- Muriel Rukeyser
I could be imperfectly yours.
I could love you, beyond the test of times.
You can have it all, if I have possess it.
To you my heart shall thrive, to you I give my breathes life.
To us we shall be more than your imagination.
and you shall be my rock and rejuvenation.
I was told “Daydreams weren’t realities,”
That dreams are meant to be hung among possibilities,
and possibilities are never guaranteed.
Yet still I closed my eyes and believed.
Gripping tightly onto all my day-dreams of you and me.
Like the sun rising over the horizon of the east.
Hope roses to blind my sight of your deceit.
Yet still I believed.
Of lost evenings,
And all the distant possibilities.