I fell in love with a dream, it seems
—where you wooed me with words,
and with promises of
an intangible future.
We lay beneath stars together,
stars that reflected our eyes
and our hearts
and our hasty breaths.
I looked into the night sky;
but you did not,
for your eyes were blinded by the rising sun—
and you named that sun after me.
I fell in love with the promise of a future,
the promise of an everything,
for you deemed me worthy.
But I find out now that the future
is not as stone-set as I believed;
that we are not something that the universe
cannot rip apart. I thought that the world
would see that we were meant to be,
but apparently hope is no longer a heartsong for others.
Men in uniform who serve the President they call ‘God’
subscribe to tales of conformity and oppression;
where a freedom of expression is tantamount to rebellion.
So your expression of love for me
is seen as revolution;
charged with conspiracy,
convicted guilty—
sentence: loss of life.
You were a dream I chose to dream;
a voluntary whisper of the future.
But now,
now that I have learnt the ways of humanity,
I feel my heart beat slower;
and our ‘forever more’ drift away
on the dulling wind.
