For Poetry is Useless

There is a great sadness apparent,

Something rings hollow.

The specter of joy vanished

To places to hard too follow.

A smile still so lovely to see

But the light has gone out.

People hardly notice,

Plagued by fear, greed and doubt.

You are so lovely to look at,

Even if all is ever noticed is your flesh.

None try seeing further,

Reality is what can be touched and caressed.

What can be heard

Might as well be paintings for the blind.

No care for thoughts vocalized,

No difference in your words cruel or kind.

For that is the way of the world,

Humanity's own chosen path.

Dreams count for nothing,

As you know, you've done the math.

So why would you choose to believe me

Or trust the words that I say?

I too yearn for your loving touch

And God help me, it won't go away.

All the men who desire you,

Only hoping to sate their lust,

Compliment you with no understanding

Hoping to stir the heart more than the dust.

So forget the words you've heard so often

Instead I pledge a course of action.

I will support your hopes and dreams,

Work towards your total satisfaction

And all I ask in return for this

Is at some future time in some place

You will speak again of future dreams

Whilst in my soft embrace.

(such is one of my dreams)