Dilantha Gunawardana


The Dream Within The Memory


I saw the future in the past
In a clairvoyant memory
Of the forgotten dreamer in me

The dream within the memory
Of a moment that transcends
The petrifaction of time
When two malleable lips reconciled
To consummate a virgin memory
For it only takes one mythical moment
To spawn the thread of nostalgia
That weaves the fabric of sentimentalism
A kiss that lingered and blossomed tides of sodden longing
To the aura of what still rests insentient to my body

The kiss that stormed by senses
Leaving a trail of saturated yearning
Of a pledge sealed by the lips
That she will return one fated day
For what is ebbed in time and space
Is relayed back to man by the decree of fate
In the transcendence of a lip lock
By the dreamer within the body

For a solitary memory is not wrapped in deed
Only of what escapes in longing
For lips are bound by the entitlement of taste
Yet rests estranged to the pinnacle of touch
Like a grain of salt and the surfing tide

For on this memory of lunging lips
Rests the prelude to my fated bliss

Submitted: Thursday, March 27, 2014
Edited: Thursday, March 27, 2014

Topic of this poem: life


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A poem on dreams

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