he dreams, of a place where he can be himself.
he dreams of a place, where the sun is shining, the day is bright
where he can do the things he wants
play guitar, walk on a path and notice everything,
even the things he does not
want to notice
he dreams of these wishes,
and all the time,
she dances on the cusp of his imagination
she twirls, and the hem of her skirt tickles the edge of his consciousness
she sways, and her shadow pools over the light of his dream
she spins, and creates a breeze in his heaven
he knows she is there,
he can feel her,
he can sense her,
but he does not want her just yet,
he wants his place to be his own.
sharing it with her is too much,
So forever more,
or so it seems, she will only dance on the cusp of his imagination.
not with him, as she wished.