My dream is like
A lake of fog and mist,
It starts and ends with no beginning,
Or end.
And there I am, lost in it's midst...
Walking, walking, wandering, and looking,
Vainly looking for a way out.
I trip and fall, for I can't see my feet,
And my crying voice is smothered by the
Mist's hand upon my lips-
His strong arms held me back when I almost broke
Out of his grip-
This hated fog...this prison of nothingness...
But in between the waves of mist I see
Glimpses of fantasy, of fiction, and reality...
As real as the letters on this page-
Like a silent, solemn face staring back at me-
The laughter of distant friends-
The hate and ugly sin of the world that
We happen to be living in-
All in the glimpse of another dream...
Horror and love and shame mix with passion
And kindness and peace.
Flowing together, they're indistinguishable-
But it never fails- it never does...
You're there.
Your cold eyes stare at me,
And at times your finger even points.
You search for me, but don't find me in the maze...
I wish you would, but alas, I'm lost to you- oh, so lost...
Sometimes your love and warmth shine through-
Like a candle in the darkness.
A hug here, a kiss there
Shocking me to my knees...
Your words reverberate in my heart
Like ripples upon the lake shore-
They never leave my mind.
Oh, but alas- twas only a dream at last-
A dream- just a foolish dream lost to the mist-
The mist that holds my memory and the
Chains that bind my pen.
When will I be free of the torment I feel, God?
Of the love and the anguish and longing
For a soul so lost.
Illuminate my path, dear Jesus,
Make your face shine upon me- open my
Heart, and open my eyes- help me to see
You're the only way out
Of a dream that turned
Into a nightmare.
