Floating hearts

I had a funny dream 
you were standing on the shore
in midst of warm night
in the back of the crowd.
Everyone was dressed up
in early renaissance style
funny little boats
were just floating around.
Then everyone invited
one friend for the vessel
and I couldn't understand 
for what reasons or how. 
They just smoothly sailed off
all together, two by two
but you were standing still

looking through me, through the dark.

I was no more observing

you waited for me to board

and so I came along

I still had to know why. 

You said we need no script
or the reason to float
I tried to make it sound funny

but you didn't laugh at all.

It's then when I recognized

those vague colors of a dream

where the reasons don't matter

for the hearts to feel invited.

John Bramblitt

Priceless

Eyes that love to laugh
without crying to be seen
who save last piece of cake for you

in case you might need
who don't sell sweet notes on life
to gain from life that's vain
who come as friends and never leave,
only because they can.

Men who are friends for life
and not just dancers at night's stage
who wonder if you're all alright
and hold you in their prayer
lovers who own their hearts
and hearts that aren't grey
love them without the price
price tag leaves hearts in shame.