A Rendezvous

I asked my friends on Facebook to come up with some words I could use in my poems. The words I got were: vision, hammer, eyes, weird, nincompoop, rancid, acid, insomnia, betrayal, wisdom, wealth, spirit, orchids, interstellar, rendezvous, pristine, metamorphosis, cocoon, computer, song, grace, colours, free will, ghostly, DNA, code, gene, selfish and galaxy.

Here's the poem I came up with using some of these:

A Rendezvous

In a cosy cocoon,

my sleeping bag,

I lie watching,

a cloudless sky.

A galaxy of stars,

Some shooting stars,

So many motions,

interstellar relations.

In my mind,

appears a vision,

a man in white,

a kind spirit.

A garden of orchids,

of many colours,

pristine and serene.

A computer's wallpaper?

I watch him move,

light on his feet,

his smile widens,

his eyes twinkle.

Under a tree,

is a ragged boy,

of weird manners,

a nincompoop!

A small hammer,

in his one hand,

rancid meat,

holds the other.

"Who are you?"

The kind man asks.

The boy looks up,

his mouth quivers.

He talks of pain,

the selfish others,

their acid comments,

his ghostly memories.

"I wasn't born like 

this. It isn't my DNA.

Why then must they

behave this way?"

"Let it go, son!

Forget and

forgive is all,

I have to say."

A warm hand

on the boy's head,

a teardrop runs

down his cheek.

The rendezvous ends,

the vision disappears,

My insomnia wavers,

My mind finally rests.