The difference between temptation and the real thing. |
winter landscape too quickly viewed from a speeding train lingering impossible hills covered in light frost trees lost in freezing mist constantly changing beauty to occupy my thoughts interior landscape sixty of eighty-five seats empty, muffled sounds from inside and out subtle relaxing colors for travelers’ comfort visual temptation too close to avoid awakening imagination handsome voyager sleeping nonetheless discreet observation, admiring classy white shirt with pearl buttons high-tech jeans and a close-fitting black blazer too early in the morning, bristly shadows on his chin what dreams flow through your mind why such a seductive smile why did you choose to sit so close did you sense my wandering desires my instant appreciation of your beauty never mind the temptation, I'm traveling to another love, my real one, no need for imagination no fantasy unless shared by two and my heart flies higher than the wheels of the train impatient for arrival, doors opening, you run along the platform to meet me carrying me into the calmness of our existence shared in lifetimes apart reality always different than the anticipation of gladness will I dare to fall into your arms, my head on your shoulder laughing openly with the joy of simply seeing you again my timid smiles on arrival already misinterpreted, my fault again this distance between the inner and the outer too quiet, I feel an unspeakable sorrow loving you thus listening closely wisdom begets caution there is a confusion I do not always understand a lifetime heeding these sentiments of watchfulness though I won't tell you I'm glad to be here your arms are the only ones making me feel safe the only ones I long for daily the landscape of my second home a fire waiting on my arrival cozy lights dimmed just right two lovers on the same sofa, arms entwined the intimate music of reassuring words of worship a smile I know so well my dreams will be sweet tonight different landscapes 22 december, 2004 |