Ode To Dreams Poem by Blackie Brown

Can see your lips moving but, all I can think of is whether your eyes are
blue or brown, they're moving around, up and down.
I hold my glare as I hold you dear, seems like there's no others here, I sip my beer.

I flick my mind back to the conversation as a demonstration that I also care about what you're saying, though what you're saying doesn't really matter, seems superfluous to your loveliness.
Could very well sit here all day, all week, listen to you speak, though couldn't let you know, know you make me weak.

Let's live in a silent movie, in silence, black and white, you'll provide the colour. I'll just look into your eyes, find the rest inside.
We'll act with an air of snobbery toward the extras, disregarding their conjectures, communicate in winks and smiles, trade smirks, ignore the future.

We'll eat off plastic plates so not to waste time washing up.
We'll not have time to care about a thing, just give it up.
I'll smile whenever I see you, and laugh at stupid things,
Nothing will be serious, or motivated by things.
We'll jump into the moment, possessing only now.
So nothing else can touch us, or make us feel low.

I'll protect you with the sanctum of my soul, of which you'll be part.
I'll celebrate your being in all I say and forms of art.
We'll strive to see that each new day comes as a grand surprise,
As I take up my refuge in the ocean of your eyes.