Meghan Holland
I know that we shall never meet
But I like to think it was really you that night
That came to me in the land of dream
From across a sea of time so vast
To offer but a glimpse of the past
‘Twas like stepping into an old photograph
A land blanketed in shades of gray
All but two were devoid of a hue
The clear summer sky
And your lovely blue eyes
You took me by the hand
And led me through dreamland
Though you did forget your maxims
One most important of five
For you weren’t to be the first to speak
Yet you didn’t shriek
Or even mumble and squeak
Quite clear even with your ‘hesitation’
It was such a lovely conversation
Even if only within my imagination
You smiled for the first time
Offering flowers
Upon the midnight hour
Baby’s breath burnt to a char
A symbol of burning curiosity
Pursuit of knowledge turned desperation
When one knows curiosity deprivation
Petals burn and crumble
As you tell me to wish for something humble
I do so with a mumble
I cannot remember for what I asked
Perhaps only to see you unmasked
To hear the sound of your voice
To learn the truth
To know every side of you
How I wish to really know you
My curiosity no longer solely on what’s true
Though I hope not to misconstrue
Over topics Victorian and taboo
For it seems my view has gone askew
I wish I could have known you in life
To hold your hand as you walk
Listening to all the tales and facts as you talk
Though I’d most likely simply gawk
Yet tis not my intention to stalk
But I’d love to run my hand through your curly locks
And have the chance to be a friend
Though your story’s long past its end
But for you I seem to always defend
Even if in a land of pretend
I wish to be just as great
To learn and create
Unlike those who wish to desecrate
Perhaps this meeting was one of fate
As you said, “pereant qui ante nos nostra dixerunt!”
So as that specter taught you
Teach me in turn
For I wish to learn
But with the sun’s rise I wake
Forever gone from a land of phantasmagoria