You were my dream
So the poets say
So they spin and wrack their minds
How to express what can not be
Love
Love of
Love of her
Of life
Of the stars
Anything that crisscrosses
Their eyes and ears
Their fifth or sixth dimension
Like the waves they see
As stand-ins for her
Like the mountains they see
As symbols of her strength
The irony the melancholy
Of it all is
Of course the non-abstract
Nature of her
The total lack of symbology
In the way she moves
The way she smiles
Only when it’s necessary
Only when there is nothing else
To be done
She smiles at the perfect time
In a perfect way
Thus rendering all symbols
All analogies all parables
Superfluous
At best
She was my dream
Because of that
Her dreamless self
The beyondness
Of it all
The stark raving madness
Of it all
As if no art were necessary
As if no dreams were needed
Or possible
Created
Or imagined
Or pinned to page or canvas
By us
For us
She did not require them!!
We
could
not
Complete her . . .