vagaries; the magician

talking to you
in my dreams
for years
waiting
waiting
waiting
would i be the magician?

in my dream you wear black
stealing in my room, silent
to kiss me
as i sleep
you understand me --
though no one does --
and round i've gone for decades
hearing nothing, seeing nothing
no one knows me
i know no one

and then i kissed her
fallen from the sky?  like me?
some dream
how could she know me?
how could she be me?
how could she like me?
some dream
how could she?

cold pleas
she didn't care like i did
castles burning
she played the joker
vagaries
idle amusement
who was the magician?
who was my magician?
she was.

 - "vagaries; the magician," connelly barnes, 2008-04-16