I Dreamed
By Wil C. Fry
January 24, 2006 (1 a.m.)

I dreamed you were a stranger
That you didn't know my face
You didn't blink an eye
When driving past my place

I dreamed you didn't know me
That "together" had been erased
You lived your life alone
All memories were replaced

I dreamed you'd never been here
That my thoughts of you were lies
You had never touched me
With sweet and young surprise

I dreamed that we were dying
Alone and insecure
Never having known the love
That helps us to endure

I dreamed you were sad, girl
That tears framed your eyes
You had no one to wipe them
No one to hear your cries

I awoke in sweat-stained sheets
Shaking from my fear
That my dream had been real
That you'd never been right here

In ecstatic resolution
I realized what was true
That it was just a dream
That I still do love you

...For Marline
Dec. 12, 2005; 1753 hours
(written at Pink Laundry, in Seminole, Okla.)

Smooth lake at nowhere
No sound in the air
Stillness, no clouds
Empty paved super road
Even the birds are still
WAITING...

Then, a chirp. But just barely.
A rumble... dust settles
Tremors shake this land, this man
NEARING...

Suddenly -- without warning!
Rainbow volcanoes explode from everywhere
Trumpeting orchestras erupt into blazing music
Everything moves, rushes, falls into place
ARRIVAL...

SHE
Oct. 26, 2005; 2027 hours

It's a dream
A fantasy
A whither-world that whips my imagination
Back-lit beauty
Dulling elves and fairies

She walks
Her steps are flower blossoms
She talks
Her voice a symphony

Rose in full blossom
Seems droopy, wilted
As She glides
Even Sol
Cannot compete
Drowned into dimness
Woman
Unadorned with unnecessities
She is bare
Yet complete
Eyes like shiny polished coal
Melt, shred, pulverize my soul
Stormy clouds fade
And lightning divides
Oceans gleam dimly
Next to Her
Even God takes sides
A blessing
To kill every curse
A prayer
To wake the dead

She walks
Her steps are feather light
She talks
Her voice a love song

Never has man beheld
Such beauty
Every queen must bow
Lions purr
Predators cowed by the sight
No pedestal is necessary
No throne needs She
Encompassing all
No more questions
She is the answer

She stands
And the world bows its head
She is silent
And there is nothing left to say

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Oh, Diane
June 18, 1990 (age 17)    

The freshness of the spring    
the dew on the grass    
Please smile for me    
it’s all I can ask    

The sun beams give you warmth    
You give that warmth to me    
Let’s frolic here together    
beneath the green, shady tree    

The thick, plush green grass    
the clouds in the sky    
It just might rain,    
But, please, don’t cry    

The rain, it may be too cold    
But together, we’ll stay dry    
As I cover you from the rain    
Let’s not say good-bye    

The hard, cold rocks,    
they try to break your skin    
But hold tight my hand,    
I know we can win    

The ground, it may be too hard    
But I will break your fall    
If you land on me    
I really won’t care at all    

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Take the Plunge
June 20, 1992 (age 19)    

Those blue eyes are pools    
Translucent and deep    
Hiding a young heart    
What promises keep?    

Windows they may be    
Down into her soul    
And ev’ry entrance    
Seems to take its toll    

The world, it wonders    
My heart, now it shakes    
Ready to dive in    
Those rivers and lakes    

Go on, take the plunge    
Taste the fruit divine    
Tho’ I don’t believe    
She could e’er be mine    

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Out Here
July 26, 1999 (age 26)    

Out here
   breathing the air that is ages old    
But still clean    
And the waters trickle gently on,      
   out to the sea    
From where they will return to wet this land    

Out here      
   I feel the love of the soil for the sky    
The rain and the sun    
And the creatures of Earth still roam free      
   without a care    
Without fear or complication or confusion    

Out here    
   breathing the scent that rises from your mouth    
Your hair, your skin    
And your fingers are touching me      
   your words I hear    
Bringing tears of joy to a sad and lonely soul    

Out here      
   I cannot think or breathe or sleep    
Without you near    
Your presence in my life - even a glimpse from afar      
   tickles my fancy    
And I know that I have - FINALLY - won the Prize.    

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My Love
July 26, 1999 (age 26)    

i sit    
and listen    
and breathe    
and lean    
into you    

i smile    
and twinkle    
my eyes    
and watch    
lovely you    

you sigh    
and echo    
my love    
and lean    
into me    

our hands    
are touching    
and warm    
and close    
between us    

we sit    
and listen    
and breathe    
and lean    
together    

we smile    
and twinkle    
our eyes    
and watch    
each other    

i think    
and ponder    
and consider    
who you are    

You are    
and will be    
my love    
and light    
forever    

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Only Her
Sept. 25, 1999 (age 27)    

There she was, sitting across the room, a shade covering her eyes    
And all else disappeared, as if in a dream    
There was no sound, no temperature, no one else in my field of vision    
Only her    
And then she looked my way, only a glance    
But that was enough to keep me hooked    
Behind her shaded eyes, I thought I saw something    
Something that gave me hope, and I watched her    
Knowing I was incomplete    
Knowing I was full of disappointment    
And hope arose within me    
Hope of something, anything better than what I knew    
I still have that hope    
And she is still sitting across the room    
A shade remains over her eyes    
And I am still in a dream    
There is still    
Only her    

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I Want To
Sept. 22, 1999 (age 27)    

I want to kiss you    
On the neck, and then    
Press my lips against yours, feeling the soft warmness that is there    
I want to run my hands through your hair    
As you hold me    
And press yourself against me    
I want to smell you near me    
That sweet scent that makes me breathe    
Like it’s my last breath    
I want to undress you    
First with my eyes, and then with my hands, while you exhale softly    
And touch me softly    
I want to feel your skin against mine    
In that way that only we have    
While I kiss your navel and lightly touch your nipples    
I want to lay you down    
And massage every part of you    
And kiss every part of you    
I want to join with you in making love    
Slowly, letting every moment fill itself with passion    
And the minutes slide away, feeling like seconds    
I want to please you    
In whatever you want, in every way you want    
For as long as I can    
I want to taste you    
That sweet taste that only you can give    
And enjoy the taste with you as our mouths come together    
I want to enter you    
And fill you and feel your warm wetness around me    
And feel the warmth of your body against mine    
I want to remember you    
Like I’ve never remembered anyone else    
And love you as no else has loved you    
I want to make you forget    
The clock that binds you to this earth    
And the burdens that pull you to the ground    
I want to    
Do you want to?    

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the last kiss
Oct. 17, 1999 (age 27)    

She kissed me today    
I don’t know why    
But it still felt good that she thought to do such a thing    
Even though I’m sure she had her motives    
And if felt good to feel her lips    
On mine    
Even if it was for the last time    
That she’ll ever make me feel that way    
Still, I’m getting awfully tired    
Of being left    
And I’m getting awfully tired    
Of saying good-bye    

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Not You, Girl
Feb. 16, 2000 (age 27)    

I won’t climb that fence    
I won’t scale that wall    
I will not get on my knees and crawl    
Not for you, girl (not for you)    

I will do my part    
I will say my piece    
And then I’ll just leave you in peace    
That’s for you, girl (that’s for you)    

Yes, you are pretty    
Yes, I want you bad    
But, no, I won’t give you all that I have    
Not to you, girl (not to you)    

I see you daily    
I think of you now    
But to you, girl, I will not bow    
Not to you, girl (not to you)    

I’ve seen all the hurt    
I’ve felt all the pain    
This, time, I won’t be left out in the rain    
Not with you, girl (not with you)    

Please, come closer now    
Let me see your face    
I’ll keep your memory in a special place    
Just for you, girl (just for you)    

Give you what I can    
But please don’t demand    
And I won’t listen to your silly reprimand    
Not for you, girl (not for you)    

I’m not up for sale    
I’m not up for rent    
My heart has been broken after it was bent    
But not by you, girl (not by you)    

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Enter Me
April 30, 2000 (age 27)    

Stand with patience at the threshold    
Of me. Scared. I know you are    
And fear of hurting and fear of dying    
And fear of tears and fear of temporary    
But waiting will not help you acquire    
Me. Or mine. I know you want it    
Want the touching and want the caress    
Want the body and want even more    
   I am flaming - I am frozen      
   I am eager - I am scared      
   I am worth it - I am worthless      
   I will love you - I won’t even care    
Step inside love’s misery and become    
Battered. Reeling. I know you will    
From sharpened, broken edges and sword    
From jagged roughness and hate    
Step inside love’s beautiful and caring    
Heart. Feel it. I know you can    
Feel the tenderness and feel the stroke of my hand    
Feel my smile and feel my nakedness      
   I am fire - I am ice      
   I am reaching - I am numb      
   I am a jewel - I am dirt      
   I will love you - I won’t even care    

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First Date
July 11, 2000 (age 27)    

Is it a date? Are we friends? Do I get a goodnight kiss?    
Maybe it’s fate, maybe it’s sin, Maybe it’ll end in bliss    
I know next to nothing about you, except you look good    
Do you wanna see a movie, or do you wanna go get some food?    
Do you want me to pick you up, or should I meet you there?    
Is it alright if I run my fingers through your hair?    
I know it’s hot outside, but I’d like a moonlight walk    
Or, if you want, we can go to my place. . . and just “talk”    
Can I have your number? Can we go out again?    
Sure, of course, I’d like to hang out with your friends      
   -Where are you from? What kind of music do you like?      
   I like to read, listen to music, and camp and hike    
Well, it’s getting late; I can already see the dawn’s early light    
I guess I’ll take you home, drop you off, and say “goodnight”    

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Falling In Love (Skyscraper)
Sept. 5, 2000 (age 27)    

Well, there she was, sitting on the rail    
Sweat trailing past her brilliant eyes    
Powerful sun seemed to make her frail    
But still a hurdle to any man who tries    
Two doors over, and only one floor down    
I found that my eyes invariably would stray    
Below dangling tendrils of hair so brown    
To where my nestled head would like to stay    
Knuckles white as the rail she gripped    
Traffic below and planes that soar above    
Mere distractions to my heart as it ripped    
As I wished and leaned out for her love    
Her heart’s door, her eyes, turned ‘round to bore into mine    
As I lost my balance, falling, I knew I would be just fine    

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Hating You
Sept. 30, 2000 (age 28)    

Moan with the rhythm    
Use your nails to scrape my skin    
Showing me the pain    
And make me enjoy my sin    
Beat me with your fist    
I love to be all black ‘n’ blue    
Kick me out your door    
Make me enjoy hating you    

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WOMEN
Oct. 2, 2000 (age 28)    

They make you,    
They break you    
They bring you in and take you out    
They gain your trust, then fake you out    
They feed you,    
They lead you    
They grow you up, and weed you out    
They give you food then slap your mouth    
They hail you,    
Assail you    
They arrest you and bail you out    
They box you up and mail you out    
Defend you,    
Then end you    
They hold on tight, then lend you out    
They hold you close, then send you out    
They fill you,    
They kill you    
They plow you up and till you out    
They drink you up and spill you out    
Till you’re gone    

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She, so young
Oct. 15, 2000 (age 28)    

She blinked her eyes at the sun    
Then looked at me, sitting there,    
off to one side    
I tried to see past those moist,    
crystal-blue orbs    
But instead, I was hypnotized    
and hated myself for it    
hated my weakness    
she, so young    
holding so much power over me    
With some regret, with much pain,    
I tore my eyes away    
from that trance    
I got up and walked away    
to save myself.    

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Sinking My Ships
April 25, 2001 (age 28)    

If I asked you to repeat    
those wonderful things you said    
Would you have any idea    
What’s going on in my head?    
Would you know that your moving lips    
Are sailing and sinking all my ships?    

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This Silver Ring I Wear
March 19, 2002 (age 29)    

This silver ring I wear    
With tiny jewels missing    
Reminds me of women    
I will not be kissing    

The tiny brilliant glints    
Of reflected silver light    
Teach me to avoid    
Temptations of the night    

The intricate carvings    
And open empty hole    
Are symbols for the pieces    
That were carved from my soul