beyond your dreams ...

beyond your dreams ... i've been watching your dreams spill in cinematic waves across the pale white sheets here in the bed where just moments before you whispered something indistinct and fell into the soft purr of sleep and left me to be the solitary witness of some fairy-tale you the you of your life as it might have been without all the crippling insecurities and all the painfully fractured memories you have packed in your suitcase of life's broken promises and i have seen the story of your sadness become transformed with a sudden splash of seemingly limitless beauty into an unfolding vision of a young and somewhat giddy girl dancing recklessly across the ambiguous thresholds of time through all of your past and right up to this sudden sleepy moment a midnight metamorphosis eclipsing what was with an unfaltering revision of you renewed with some strange assurance that you might exchange all the days when you were broken for the happiest parts of a lifetime that fit so perfectly together and i shudder as this vision of you turns to me with such pure and luminous eyes blinking once or twice in a perfectly clear and hopeful longing that this fantasy of you this more perfect portrait of you is the you i see through night or day through sleeping or waking without ever guessing that i would so easily and so disdainfully dismiss all your dreaming away since what i truly see in the you i love is so much more and then so much more again and again Copyright © Kennedy James, 2015. All rights reserved.