Unfinished Letters

His face is so soft
To the touch and the gaze
Visions from aloft
Through his eyes, ablaze.

The tactile of sublime
And our skin burns in fire
No existence of time
For we cannot expire.

Knowing this is real
But I never imagined
How amazing you feel
When you answer my summon.

I could have found you inside
Of the walls in my head
But you are here, alive
To my heart, you've been lead.

I had a dream that I was in my own car and someone else was driving on icy roads. The person driving was someone I knew from a decade ago when irresponsible youths allowed me to feed my martyr complex. He was one of the people who lived with me but didn’t pay rent. It ended badly. In my dream I didn’t acknowledge that the roads were icy. He drove fast. Once he spun out at a stop sign, I told him to pull over so that I could drive. He refused. I began to wake from the dream. In the middle of waking I imagined that I knocked him unconscious and pushed him out of the door to gain control of my car. Ironically, Rob Dougan’s ‘I’m not driving anymore’ song rang through my head.

I fully woke up, in a bad mood… but realized that I need to take control of my life and responsibility for my actions or I will let someone else steer me down a needlessly perilous path. And I need to get out of my own head and appreciate things as they are.