Forsaken Dreams/Poetry

Forsaken Dreams

I wanted to swim, with the dolphins,

but I had a hard time.

The dolphins came and looked at me,

with their gorgous, marble blacks,

set in soft gray.

I wanted to swim, with the dolphins,

but they only looked at me.

I glanced to the horizon-

soft, fluid hues of pinks and blues,

melted together, like a lava of sorts,

as though the Creator,

had tossed the molten ball around-

or a painter, perhaps, had wavered 'round it,

fluttering by with a brush in hand,

to turn its face.

But the dolphins face they could not turn,

and I choked over my plea,

to dash, and swim, and tousle with the dolphins,

through the sea was my chant,

I had so ardently hoped-

to chant with them, to play with them,

but over my plea I choked,

and my eyes half-closed.

They would not play with me.

The dolphins, simply looked at each other.

Then they each of them turned their big bodies,

and swam away . . .

The dolphins would not play with me,

and as I looked at the sun,

it was sinking down into darkness,

which looked stoically, regally over the waters,

blackened with night's blanket-

whispers, whispers across this sparkling black, blanket,

sang to me upon the open waves,

like the dolphins eyes.

'Go back, go back,' they tell me.

But, I seek the horizon in pain.

Why have I been so accursed by fate?

Why will the dolphins and the sea forsake me?

How is it that I cannot call,

to myself any heartened whispers,

of hope?

The sun has gone down,

and all that speaks to me,

is echoing silence.