Dreamer’s Day Moon
Christina Jarmics |
To be remembered like the presence of the moon,
in the morning or
faintly painted on the day’s sky
is the dreamer’s wish.
A soft voice whispering
“I’m here”
Making figures around stop,
look up,
see the moon, as it
Awkwardly rests within the sun’s embrace.
Wishing others to see the dreamer for who they are,
even after their last breath greets them.
Take a minute’s moment,
account their accomplishments,
Workshop work left untouched, and
turn the numerous pages of exposition.
Before turning it to dust, and
Forgetting their silent presence.
A dreamers presence is not one of the moon basking at night
gazed upon by young lovers, or
sleepless children.
Day moons are for dreamers,
only remembered by a few, as oddities or
anomalies.
Maybe one day a book or calendar
will be made about the dreamer.
Cameras creatively capturing
the beauty of the moon
basking in the presence of the sun.
Maybe others will purchase
the produced propaganda.
Long after the dreamers gone,
conveniently converted memories
distantly displaced, by those who
saw,
cared, and knew them.
Let dreamers work play out like a day moon,
where only those who truly adore it,
will see them in the sky,
in books or
confined within calendars littering walls and desks.
Let the beauty of the dreamer disappear in life gracefully
only reappearing as an anomaly,
with the sun as their witness.
Leave this poem, like myself
painted within the blue dome of sky,
quietly waiting,
watching behind the sun’s glare.
A day dreamer’s poem, for their day moon.
