Once we have learned how lonely dreams can be
Oh God! not knowing where, or how to start
when all I ever want is you and me
Blank canvas drips; a soaking willow tree
except in comfort gathering shared parts
once we have learned how lonely dreams can be
Until you’re feeling lost, can’t tell you’re free
no flowchart off-course for a bleeding heart
when all I ever want is you and me
Rudderless ships carry skeleton keys
her lip-curled smile trumps my so-called art
once we have learned how lonely dreams can be
Our last taken breath, death guarantees
molecules boil over, anger departs
when all I ever want is you and me
Vision focused now, our present to see
for love’s sincere gift, fair will imparts
once we have learned how lonely dreams can be
when all I ever want is you and me
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*The above poem is the revised version of the villanelle written last Monday for One Stop Poetry‘s feature on poetic form. Luke Prater edited the last version, offering a helpful critique. Many thanks to Sensei Luke!
