A Glimpse of a Dream

I know there is a place

Somewhere I didn't leave

I know there is a time

Where I stayed with you

 

Sometimes I glimpse a dream

Where I knew you were enough

Sometimes I ask myself

If I can be forgiven

 

I pretend to pretend

That I can go back

That we could have been

Happy

 

I know there is a place

Somewhere in my innocence

I didn't create

My own Hell

 

Sometimes I pretend

I live on the dance floor

Of my memories

Where sadness is beautiful

 

I pretend to pretend

That wounds can heal

That mistakes are ephemeral

And you are happy

 

Sometimes I ask myself

And pretend I don't know

Sometimes I pretend

I never hurt

 

(c)2025 Guglielmo Earthbound

 

I was in the kitchen cooking grilled cheese on fresh bread, and out of the blue I got the urge to write these words down. So I rushed to my PC and wrote this prose poem of sorts. I thought of turning it into an art film, but somehow that didn't feel right. So I went with the dance approach. Thank you so much for the visit, dear friends.

Done