the poem dreams
Herb Kauderer
the poem dreams
of going beyond
to the next state of love
and connection
but words cannot capture magic
cannot conjure
moonlight or mist on the lake
but perhaps those are not necessary
for those are only catalysts
for magic
words can recall
that moment
we first held hands on a grass road
in moonlight when physical connection
was a shock so bright
it left us stunned
and words and magic and people
overlap only when it comes to dreams
and this poem dreams
it dreams of expressing our magic
& connecting us
outside time and mortality
and if words can dream
perhaps that’s magic
after all
