BATCHES OF DREAMS

I dream in batches now
there's a batch of dreams
about the day we ran into each other
remember?
hoping not to be seen..
Pretending to be surprised.



Just so 
the batches continue
into another stream of sublime disbliss
there's someone else in your life now
you're married 
but I 
What of I?
the batches have no answer
they streamline instead to a boat
down a river to Nowhere

I've seen this Sun set before
Yes, there were crimsons and yellows
Not reds, no...
Reds came with your marriage
That left the bleeding scar

Rains turned to icicles.

In batch dreams you can get pierced
till you bleed through the other side
Death then becomes deathlessness -
A prolonged writhing.

I ran in my batches of dreams
chasing my mirage
Of cool waters and green meadows -
Your promises
They now stream
As tears down my face
In batches of despair.