"Spring Affair" © 2017 Brad Michael Moore
"Into the Wilderness!" by Brad Michael Moore 24 October 2017
Here, is a huge, locked wooden door, I can't explore - without opening it!
But, fear fills my bones - I'm lost in a house where no one is home, and their windows are nailed shut,
And then, I catch a glimpse of Clara running by - grasping a question - tightly held in her hands,
She turns at the corner in this neighborhood - it's so large - how will I ever find her now?
I scream, "Clara, please stop!" - I scream at the top of my voice, but she cannot hear me inside!
I fear - if she leaves, without hearing from me - telling her, "I love you!," but, it's so much more than just this!
Clara is all I even needed, all I ever dreamed of, ever prayed for, but - she doesn't know that!
She believes I'm a cheat, or even worse, a lying son of bitch - who will always haunt her breaking pride...
I might as well die - if I can not fly through this chimney to the sky - where I might still might find her!
I do get free of this fortress, but, before I can seek her - I am surrounded by her father's fleet of drones!
They are armed, but I am quick, so I get to them to shoot each other - now they are all crashing down!
Here, at this point, the neighborhood is gone, so is the town, and there is a river running into a forest wild!
I land on the shore, and run by this river's side - maybe it will lead me to her - I can only - I must try!
I enter this wilderness, thick and wild, with its moaning trees - that seem to be crying - maybe, I am already too late!
But then - there's smoke up ahead - coming from a cabin - with a great White Stallion - that is tied up outside...
As I approach - there are three great bears on their back feet - standing very Grizzly and wild - each blocking my path!
I plead to them, "Let me speak to her," if she could only know the truth I hold - our lives must go on!
And as I await my fickle fate, she walks out upon a porcelain porch, and waves the great bears aside...
I call her by name, I plead with her the same, on my knees, my heart bleeds, and I'm tearing when I sigh...
"Dearest Clara, forgive me my pride! All I ever wanted was to please you, not to trick you - I only want to be at your side!"
Clara speaks, in soft tones, with tears streaming from her eyes - "Dearest Dax, Have you mislead my fair innocence?"
I say, "Dearest Clara, I have not lied - This is not a trick, or a play - but by all of those before me - so jealous with
pride, and wanton intentions inside..."
"Dearest Clara, your parents have protected you - all of your life, and they love you through their strife - but they too -
so fear letting go of you!"
"Dearest Dax, if you do trust in me truly, I promise eternally, I am capable, supremely - of loving you most of all!"
"Dearest Clara, your life and my life - they were bound for one-another - since as children - when we both played in
"Dearest Dax, I can only love, and be loved by you the same - if not - what is this life we have explored?"
"Dearest Clara, Surely you must see, you are as a part of me - as I am a part of you - in this dream we both explore?"
"And Clara, I adore you, before you speak, another word - I implore you…"
A telephone rings, and I am dreaming, no more...
Brad Michael Moore 3:23 pm, October 24th