contemplativeMeant To Be
Fair person, handsome or pretty,
beguile me now with thoughts beyond
realities walked, commitments held
in the world I inhabit instead.
Thoughts tumble one to another,
tumult of a life not yet discovered.
Images spent on fantasy's quest
beyond the reality of life here at hand.
What could be, yet never will,
in this is the blessing still
that I feel, but cannot act
on the life I wish I had.
Dance for me precious one
in my dreams only I can see.
I'll hold you close by and by,
private only to my eyes.
I mean no malice in this thing,
no creep in my lingerings.
These dreaming predilections
will never see the light of day.
I'll not be held by the phantoms,
pretty things of mirage display.
To reality I am fully wed,
held to the things meant to be.
© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160218.
