Hey guys, I wrote a series of six poems called "Dreams of the magi." Here's the final poem. Let me know if you want more.
dreams of the magi: empty glass
when their dreams had exhausted, their journey near finished, the wise men stopped at a tiny village and held ceremony together with a bottle of wine. the three drank and remembered they had vowed not to learn another’s names.
when the glass emptied, the third magi stood and spoke.
“I am tired of this. only, no, I am tired of having to be this; I want to have dreams unburdened, my friends. I would like to be a small child myself, to be that savior that only must live, and if living, dream, and if dreaming, simply imagine a world that could be and to not care if it comes, if it goes. brothers, I do not know your names. if you were to leave, to pass, wander again in different ways, it would be all the same. no one is born to fulfill a responsibility, yet we have devoured the desert, tramped the dunes, come to this establishment, drank the wine. what of that? who will sing now, and happily?
I had a dream last night where I saw myself in this very moment breaking a glass.”
his empty wine glass was a lover; daunting yet sophisticated. he clutched it close to his face and began to sob.