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[Burnt Sierra]

Resurrection Dream - Part 1

Paris Texas taken to technological extremes
Communication without pain.
As we type
We watch you
Your movements
Your smiles
We hear your voice from our speakers
We can say
Whatever we want
No fear of reprisals
You don’t know who we are.
Are we in search of a life
Or just passing the time
One thing I know
You will live forever
Deep in my hard drive
This is my Resurrection Dream.

I like to turn off the volume
Listen to music instead
Playing along to your disembodied dance
Aimee Mann telling me I have no choice
Softly in the background
At times like this
It’s easy to believe
Your words appear on my screen
Giving me connection
You answer what I type
Who needs reality?
I can smoke without complaint
Let’s face it
You can’t smell it
My window’s wide open
The trees blocking the graveyard
Letting the spirits listen to Aimee
Whilst I feel full again.
It’s not a life
Maybe just existing
But it help’s to pass the time
Whilst we wait to be reborn
My Resurrection Dream.

[Burnt Sierra]

Edited, as these two poems belong together.

Open Your Eyes

It’s selfish of me, I know
But I’m not sure I’m ready to let go
What if my memory starts to fade
That’s what is making me so afraid
I fear your image will no longer show
That I will be reliant on a photo.

Too late now, that moment has passed
And two weeks on, I still sit here aghast.

Open your eyes, open your eyes.
Am I wishing I could go back
And will it to be true
Or a message to myself
To face the bitter truth.

JPG, May 2020


Tribute

I try to remember those lessons you taught
To allow the love you gave take over my thoughts
Now shouldn’t be the moment for a sad lament
But the time for me to honour just what you meant.

The time has come for me to say farewell
Those negative emotions I’ll aim to dispel
But one thing my heart can say that’s true
Is I hope you know how much I’m going to miss you.

As the sun sets, and the day comes to an end
I’ll remember you, of that you can depend
I remember your voice, your scent, your touch
I remember all those moments that I’ll miss so much.

JPG, May 2020