Recurring Dreams II

Recurring Dreams II

Of all the dreams I have, one continues
One goes on without my wishing, repeats without my willing it.
The dream of a blank mind. The dream of a blackened heart
And a broken soul.

The dream I have is one of death,
A death so strong I can’t escape it this time. I know I’ve been
Here before but somehow it’s different this time. The dream
Is changed from how it used to be.

I find it hard to believe that my dream
Is so painful. I know I’m asleep, I shouldn’t feel it. I shouldn’t
Be living in fear of myself and my dream that won’t end.
The dream of life, a dream of death.

Again I see those horsemen as they ride
On silver horses towards me, those shining, gleaming, heaving
Equine machines of war. Again I view the soldiers as they march
Resolutely onward.

Finding me hiding where I thought I was safe,
I see them peering in, into my deep dark hole, into my life. Into my death
They force their way in and I look into their eyes as they strike me again
And again. Nothing.

A strange dream, like one I recall but not the same.
The blood I see on my fingers is stickier somehow and redder,
The sweat on my forehead colder and the ground around is harder
Than I thought it should be.

From the dream I awake, to my reality of fields
And faraway places. The sky is suddenly bluer, the cloud are white
Once again, not grey. The warmth of my life I can feel in the wind
As it blows across my memory.

I’ve left my dream behind, no longer do I need
To put up with scenes so real, so painful. I’m awake, awake to life
And forgetting death I can move on. But strangely I feel there’s something
I lack.

End