Web Love

Who is this man, I do not know,
Gives me the feeling that I can grow
Onto a realm which feeds my soul,
Lightens my hearts, restores my glow
keeps me in states, I seem to feel,
Redundant until his face appeals
To recognize me? A faint smile gleaned

Yet still, I work against its pull,
Invisible cords on giant spools
That stretch across oceans and seas,
To envelop me in webs of dreams and needs
And wants and yearns indeed
For pastures new, and feelings free.
Yes he is seen , but still, unseen

He exists!! Parts un-revealed,
In this crap, hateful, asinine machine
Piece of modern technology
That now serves as a barrier between
And haunts me with it's knowledge of him
So far, and near, untouchable thing
Then deep within, emotions stream

How true is this? What's actually real?
How can our lives find common appeal?
Words and pictures that tell me not
What his presence will say,
Or his peaks and troughs
Add chemistry of desire, driven energy beams,
Through organs and vessels, at lightening speeds

Create delusional scene of our happiest dreams
A Utopic mind field, with no ending revealed,
Confounded resolute, conjured and bemused,
Rejoice and restraint all mixed up in haze
And frets of tears, and some future scares
Yet courage to see, if time will reveal
Sublime memories of me, in realized dreams
With a man, I met, behind this screen.


Claudia Thomas Barber (June 2015)