among paintings of a burning house
we first kissed in the chapel
of a bookshop where we'd never met,
sometimes things you aren't sure you've actually seen
show up on old films you develop
a year after you sober up.
sometimes we dream of connections and the strange relief
of losing everything—
then awaken to search for the same.
sometimes i can't put my finger on it, still i know it's there:
a tiny spark that might dissolve like a dream,
or become brushstrokes on an unfinished canvas.
we first met in another bookshop.
i don't remember the words we said then,
only what i dreamed.
walking into the mountains at night
Very nice piece, from the great title to the end. The imagery reaches out and touches feelings we didn't quite know were there, and now we don't want to forget them. Dreamy... Congratulations on the DD!
Yes, Hannele, as you said, old memories, dreams, life,
even films, songs, and reveries can overlap until we
sometimes can't remember what was real. I guess
I've sometimes had false memories from dreams, at
least that seemed to be the case. The reveries seem
best to revisit though; pretenses and wishes. But...
The last of my house is very slowly smoldering. pip
I felt this one! There is a phrase in an old song that often haunts me:
"Like a man who
remembers in awe
the sight he's never seen.
I tried to explain,
but the words didn't make
any sense to you"
This has a very similar, numinous, melancholy feel. Bravo!