Nicky

Only to distant dreamlands
Do I write without intentions
And here lies no obligations, as I write of you
The fantasy… It cheats our promise of space
In not leaving all of you behind,
But what matters fairy tales to promises?
I had a falling out with poetry
Which you have bridged among other things
And now aggression is freed in your name-
The unfreedom of being with you
Has its freedom too!
I look thru you for fantastic visions
Yet somehow you are also a mirror?
Destiny is now two-faced and
A two sided dream wakes me to say “impossible”
Now the voice in my head speaks boldly of metaphors
Has foreign reason and slippery hands
I want to grip and choke this demon in the light
But then the eyes seduce me
And the forrest rushes over us. So I tell lies
With words that are backwards
And the scene of you and I seems backwards too.
In this nothing in neutralized
Our hands are overlapped and match accordingly
But how to understand
Confusion seeming far too true.
And who are you?