A Book With No Cover

 

~ A Book with No Cover ~

 

We were together.  I forget the rest.

was it a dream?

 

I shake my head

clarity whispers from the corners:

"whose story did you see?"

 

I search, but come up empty

all I can find is a book with no cover

it could be anyone's story

or it could be ours.

 

I and this mystery, here we stand, surrounded,

detached in measureless oceans of space

where words pirouette on top of themselves

dancing with possibilities for each new page

begging to be written, savored, immortalized

 

the words of my book nothing

the drift of it everything;

only themselves understand themselves

as souls only understand souls

 

but where is that I started for, so long ago

and why is it yet unfound?

 

I pick up that book with no cover

as my fingers softly fan the pages

images from my dream float up from them

you are smiling at me

and you are holding a pen.

 

(c)  Dahlia Ramone:  October 7, 2018

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia
Week 32.11 Topic:  "The Best Books"

 

Bonus Prompts:
Hard (2 pts:)  Quote Walt Whitman *

Easy (1 pt):  Use two words that begin with the letter Z

(I did not)

 

*  Quotes (in italics in poem):

 

"We were together.  I forget the rest"

 

"I and this mystery, here we stand"

 

"Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space"

 

"The words of my book nothing, the drift of it everything"

 

"Only themselves understand themselves... as souls only understand souls"

 

"But where is that I started for, so long ago?

And why is it yet unfound?"