A Mind's Imagination

This is a beginning, I'd say.
The start of what's to come
is an imagined state.

The thought of the future,
uncertain and bleak as it may be,
spurs me further on.

Just one epiphanic chat
and you learn more about yourself
than you can dwell upon.

Excitement is too shallow,
and foreboding is too bitter.
It is what it is

and it'll go where it goes, yes--
to where you nor I can travel,
yet I can still sleep at night.

If we become one, bliss--
and if the answer is no?
Well, your smile is enough

to change a life,
is as easy or as hard
as your mind imagines.

Colonization of the Mind

Now I see you've taken over my dreams, too.

First my eyes, then my smile, and finally my heart.

All thrown against a brick wall in the end, of course.

And yet they rose, bruised and bloodied, but intact. 

Over time they mended themselves, though the scar tissue remained

as a reminder of a bleak past.

It was over, the exaggerated and over-wrought struggle.

But now this?

You've been out of my life, my mind, and my sight.

The thought persists, of course, from time to time,

but is gently pushed away.

Until now, when you seep into my unconscious

and refuse to leave.