Icarus's blog: "Hope- by any other name."

I was wondering
where I could stand in such a perfect world
one which would allow you and me.
Is it a place of light and pleasant mirage.
Is it some place solid
will I have to dance and maneuver
or can I just please have you?

Will there be room for my quills collection and many many large sized dogs?

Hammocks, dwindling hairlines, fading memories of a life before you.

We're going to need a bigger place.

Can we delete this nervous young man who's sure he has nothing to say?
Nothing interesting at least other than
parting from you is the hardest part of my day
and
when you smile, my heart remembers to beat

can I build you a world of words and romance
a palace of fine crystal and bright feathers
or should I request something of a bit more substance?

I'm afraid that if I did, you would turn in fear from me.
The rest have, and while I do think you're different
I think you all have that in common.
Everyone leaves.
Everyone quits.
One way or another.
You will be no different, but... perhaps you could be the high point I conclude at.

You could be my opus, my blue period, my line to follow in grey.
I could promise you a lifetime of delicacy, an eternity of admirers and pontificators
I could grant you immortality, in my own humble, clumsy way.

Just come to me
place your ear to my heart and beg me to love you.

I will promise you nothing less than this.