Talking To Myself

The restless sleep brought a vision,

It formed behind my closed eyes,

A slumber slept in anger and sadness,

Birthed to me a wondrous dream.

A stone bench amidst a white field,

I stared into the whiteness alone,

I was until a gentleman sat beside,

I gazed upon his face and was lost.

I saw before me myself sitting,

On the stone bench besides me,

It almost was a true mirror of me,

Except for the bliss that filled him.

I know no reason the eyes smile as his does,

But I had to know, before I could question,

He spoke to me in my own voice to answer,

“Yes friend, I am you, yes, we are the same.”

“The sole exception, the Worlds we live in,

And as consequence our routes shall differ,

But make no mistake friend, we are the same,

My life being lead in a universe far, far away.”

“The bliss you see within me is a true light,

Shown to me by the one Angel you worship,

Shown to me every day by the one Angel,

The one Angel who’s forever eluded you.” 

“I saw you here friend and I wept for you,

The happiness I have found within her,

I dread never knowing that sheer bliss,

And you cling to fantasy not my memory.”

My mind was taken aback by his testimony,

The world he walks in, the world I walk in,

A world universes away from this world,

I hold my Angel’s hand in the darkness.

I turned to myself sitting beside me,

He might have known my question,

But I spoke it aloud for him to hear,

“What does it feel like, to hold her?”

His eyes glistened a little and he said with a heavy throat,

“As if every terrible thing that ever happened was worth it.”

I smiled and nodded my head, of course, I asked him again,

“What is it like, when you look deep into her eyes for hours?”

His voice ever so slowly spoke to me,

“As if nothing could be as perfect.”

I nodded again and gulped the air,

“And when she says she loves you?”

He smiled but still with a voice speaking slowly,

“I don’t know, it’s far too massive for me to say,

It feels akin to a great blessing, a great honour,

As if my feet drift off the ground and into the sky.”

I thanked myself of Worlds Away for his visit,

And walked into the stretched white fields,

Imagining what it feels to hold the one Angel,

And lose time within the aura of her perfection.