Following is another senryu dance between myself and Raziel Moore(@_Monocle on Twitter). This is actually from Monday, but we thought we’d stagger the posting of them. My words are in red, his in white.
I am as I ever was • and always will be. A dream. • unattainable.
Over my bed • woven from heart’s desire • a dreamcatcher
A whisper of thought • captured just shy of escape • Holding me tight, fast.
Capture Dream guided • through dangling feathers to me • I smile in my sleep.
Whisper? No, just thought • teasing imagination • Am I really there?
Always the question • because I truly wonder • who is dreaming who.
Can a dream dream? Please • I want to be real, touch, taste • Maybe I’m a ghost?
If I’m the dreamer • can I make my dream come real • through sheer force of want?
Is desire enough? • Will there be more than a dream? • Will you be true, still?
Only one way to know. • Leave your whisper world for mine, • come to me, my dream.
I am collared here • my own ethereal way • chained in this half-life.
Half is not enough! • But not by force, I see now. • To have, I must free.
Can I be set free? • This world is all I have known • Here I am secure.
Please. Take the leap. • Breaking my dreamcatcher, • holding my breath.
Racing heart, held breath • Jump? Leap! Take the chance for him! • Out of dream, falling….
Bolt upright, I reach • sun bright on my ‘catcher’s web • for my fading dream.