Dreaming The Perfect Imperfect Dream Poem by Lonnie Hicks

She said:
'I have made you up
and now I believe in you more
than my reality
and my dependence is complete
and perfect
because
you are my perfect creature
and now all around me
seems dull
real people seem
to be without your luster.
I can dream you
but I cannot live with you
marry you,
nor can I marry
those real
pale reflections of you.
So I am stuck and I have no one
to talk to about this but you.

But what ever you say will be perfect
because I have made you in my mind
to say only the things
which make perfect sense to me.

I'm captured by my own dream-you
and unable to un-dream you and seek
imperfection as a substitute.

He said:
I am only a dream without desires
and mind
except that which you impart
and this makes me feel powerless
and even as your perfect dream
I am sad
because I am not my own perfect self
but merely yours-something I sense you sense
since you labor to re-dream me often
severing me from my own attempt to create
a more perfect me
in lieu of a more perfect you invent.

I am dream and dreams dilemma.
We both are now perfect partners
in the conundrum
seeking to eek
out some solution
which does not shatter our dreams
upon which we both now have come to depend.

Ah, but just one last time
can your dream kiss mine?
That only seems fair.
doesn't it.?