Blues Poem

Chauncey Hirose-Hulbert
English Cowell 9:30

Blues Poem

I only see your face in my dreams,
Only in my dreams

I wake to find your face fading,
Fading into the washed-redwood wall in front of me.
I remember flashes of my dreams splattered on the walls of my mind.
Your shining face staring into the sky filled with nothing,
Not even the washed-wave ridden ocean blue sky.
The patience of your hands, drawing miniature unworldly creatures that pop alive on the page.
I only see your face in my dream
Only in my dreams,
Only in my dreams.

I press my think machine to play the movie again,
It has already been returned.
The olive-green of your eye glow with anticipation,
With the Eiffel tower as your diving board,
You plunge deep past the memories of kindergarten,
Downward into my mind,
Only to unlock the untouched memory just below my temple.
You return to the surface, with only a slip of fabric in your hand.
You seem to contemplate whether to speak or not,
Your sweet, engaging face brimming with nervousness.
Spontaneously the dream is absorbed back into my mind before your lips could open.
I only see your face in my dreams,
Only in my dreams

Though I don’t know your name,
I know your face,
Your voice,
Your laugh,
Even your favorite band.

I only see your face in my dreams,
Only in my dreams,
Only in my dreams do I feel my heart flutter or have my body pulse with happiness.

Till the day I learn to detach soul from body,
Till the day I learn to pick through my dreams,
Only till then will I know your name.
Till then I only see you in my dreams,
Only in my dreams.