There are many houses on the street.
Only one that I can see.
Darkened and huddled, I wait.
Will it be this evening? How long will I circle this place..
Not sure how I will make it through the cold, watching you warm your toes.
My ears chase your laughter, heard as echoes.
Circling around the house, which room is unknown.
I stare, through dim, fogged glass, window to window.
Chasing light, as I cup my hands, each extinguish, as I peer in.
I must have circled this house a thousand times before.
I cut the lawn, I pull the weeds, if you ever did, come out to see.
Would you remember my name? If you do not recall my face?
Will you look for me? Will I be at the right window pane.
Up to chance, I never had. Maybe the last time I should pass.
But at last, I've found myself to the basement floor.
Now I look through the window once more.
To the outside I see, filled with the sea.
A familiar face, and a fin behind, could it mean trouble? A friend sent for help?
He is looking in, as I once have. Except he knows something, something about me.
And yet I am inside, alive.
She is somewhere upstairs, I can hear her trail..
Around the basement I track, will the windows collapse? Will the sea take my grasp?
Alas, in the house of her love, I am trapped.
This poem is about love, and a girl I met while living in Hawaii, I knew there was something special about her, as I struggled to maintain our relationship. Its been 4 years since then, and my heart still has hold. One night I had a dream, a nightmare, and it was the scariest feeling of emptiness, of complete isolation, as I could see her, hear her, but she could not detect my presence, as a ghost in the night, I walk around, she is full of life, and I am drowning.
On a lighter note this is my first steemit post and I am pretty exited about it :)
I hope my dreams can pump out some more poems, as long as they aren't too frightening... I only seem to have them once in a while, and when I do, they seem to be very vivid as this one was, which I immediately wrote this poem upon waking. I felt I must in order to grasp the utterly frightful feeling this dream encased me in. For me, real, true, love is what this world was built around, and what I strive to find. As it becomes harder and harder, I know love is the greatest blessing we could have been given, it is so easy to have, and so hard to leave behind. Take care of each other guys, the world needs you and your love.