Dance

I dance in the dark

Lifting unseen feet from solid ground

To conspire with spirits with souls unbound

I dance alone

Or in a crowd

It hardly matters anyway

My music sings and calls to me

When I stumble and step on toes

I wander off to catch my breath

Regain composure and find the beat

Soon I’m back up on my feet

With a rhythm pulsing in my veins

That sings to me and calls your name

I swim the light fantastic floor

Carrying on like nevermore

So I dance the night into the day

Like Orpheus summoning the break of dawn

I dance the darkness into light

And then dance lightly towards the night

 

 

David Trudel   ©  2013

 

 

Repaired

We make these perfect objects

Precious works of art

That we treasure so much

We lock them away in the dark

Punishing their very beauty

With our fear

Seeking stasis and permanence

Forgetting to enjoy each moment

Mistrusting the inspiration that led to their creation

 

We build our perfect lives

Living up to expectations and borrowed dreams

Until the facade crumbles

Under the tension

Shattering illusions and exposing faultlines

So unseen

 

The broken chards of my life

Are soldered together with golden moments

When hands reach out to pull me up

When smiles come my way

Held together with hugs and kisses

Melted in the passion of love’s endurance

 

I am repaired

Not restored to a Platonic ideal of perfection

But celebrating my flaws by illuminating the cracks

Letting the light shine through them

To sparkle in your eyes

Through the beauty of reflection

 

David Trudel     © 2013

 

 

Fog

Slipping into and out of this dream

Stateless

Where reality bleeds into fantasy

Like fog on the water when the margins disappear

Gray on gray

My consciousness is that ambiguous

In this non-moment

One drop that neither falls nor ascends

Holding the promise of the universe

An ocean within a realization

Waiting for gravity or perhaps evaporation

For a moment of transcendence

From discretion to completion

From point to pointless

To oneness with everything

In this stateless dream

Where the margins disappear

Along with the horizons

And there is no other place to look

Except within

 

David Trudel   ©  2013

 

 

Dreamgirl

I dreamt you into my dream

Or you slid into my sleep

Whatever

We spooned silently

Cuddled contentedly

No sense of urgency

Deep calm held me

Or was that you

Doesn’t matter, it was a good sleep

And a better dream

With you

 

David Trudel  ©  2012

 

Dreams

Yes,

Dreams are doorways

To so many possibilities

Some touches are ephemeral, barely felt

But imbued with weight nonetheless

Longing conspires with desire

To add gravity to attraction

To settle

Stratified

Below

 

 

David Trudel  © 2012

 

Dream

If I could dream you

I would

Dreams come unbidden

Uncontrolled

So I wait

For the right dream

Right time

And you

 

 

David Trudel   ©  2012