Cineaste Poem by Adrian Antique

I have fallen in love long ago …
With moving paintings of life lived and imagined.
It's like staring at a newborn rainbow …
Excited to see the colors disappear with the wind.

This love had ever stayed with me …
Even though I used to watch the pictures with her.
Moments in a queue - shared whispers of eternity …
She, unmoving beside me, looking at movements of our forever.

I once opened a door to a waterfall …
And shared a glass bowl with a golden fish …
Then travelled on the shoulders of man so tall …
Who never stopped asking me for a wish.

I have gone to places I used to draw on white paper …
And there battled and loved with all my heart.
I have seen many poems turn into voices of summer …
And leaves of winter and touching pieces of art.

But it was always those movies we seem to trust …
She, with her quiet, majestic ways …
Me, with my tears and feelings hidden by a crust …
That never leaves and until now stays.

Yet love is sitting on that sofa I used to share with my beloved …
And watching my dreams come alive on a shining screen …
Capturing stars and their secrets in whatever is said …
And falling in love again and again with things I've heard and seen.


adrian b. antique 7.30.24