possible

impossible dreams
impossible scenes
i weave with inner eyelid beams

imagining a future time
when beloved souls entwine
with the essence
seed within

when former strangers
become kin.

the  mystery,
the soul conjuct

dichotomies become defunkt.

no "I" nor "Thee"
but only we

twin strands spliced
infinity

is what i see
in fevered dreams

then wake and try to map the means
to reach you where your soul resides

beyond the reach
of changing tides.

wake and try to chart the notes
of novel spells not sung by rote

the living melody, create
which soon attunes
and resonates.

in consonance we share one voice.

impossible
once held me still
resisted  all exerted will

but now, grown strong,
the will can  mold
impossibilities most bold

before your eyes
beneath your feet
the future path will rise to meet

the footsteps of the fool who dares
to leave behind all mortal cares.
abandon name and fame and pride

where cautious trudge
the madman glides
unencumbered with the thought
that law and fate the world have wrought.

the world is truly forged by mind
'impossible' i've left behind

in favor of the lover's urge--
to paint a universe with words
and visions fair
which may yet be.

it's possible you may be free.

so i will woo
and tempt and pry
until i've lost all trace of I

. . .
copyright Peter Asher Watts 2011