Waking from a Daydream
You are that vision of physical perfection
A specimen of the highest caliber
But
It doesn't mean anything
Physically
I am not what you seek
You are at that spiritual height where
your smile heals
your soul reflects divine light and guides your way
But
It doesn't mean anything
Your way
Is not directed towards mine
Your smile
Is not meant for my wounds
You are that one whom possesses a mind to unravel mysteries and the wisdom to keep some as such
But
It doesn't mean anything
Your mental mastery
Was never meant to coalesce with mine
Your wisdom
Was never meant to share a seat in the same school of thought as mine
On every level
Mentally
Physically
Even spiritually
It doesn't mean anything
You weren't meant for me.
©Christopher F. Brown 2011
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Waking from a Daydream
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