I don’t have a dream, except a dream of a dream.
I have a hole instead: a hole or a pit,
a vacuum that never fills up,
and a thirst that is never satisfied.
I look at my life through a mirror,
the reflections speak to me in muffled voices,
and I’m sinking down and down through the gloom,
wishing my soul to sing, my essence to fly out,
into the clear bright air under the sun.
I have a dream to breathe, to fill my lungs and live
But instead I I control my breathing and sleep,
Sleep through this life and long to dream.
Along comes Hope and with Hope comes life,
and I find it, or it finds me…
And I breathe in deep, and as the air fills my lungs,
I long to cry and shout, to sigh with relief,
as I awake anew, from the dark, deep sleep,
where I dreamed of dreaming a dream.
Hi there! I had pneumonia over Christmas, but all better now, thank God.
Basically... I'm back... again ;-D
The Siege of the Storm
People come to this lake to see serene scenery,
Ducks and geese that sail silently,
Smooth and quiet, still surface,
The water reflecting the sky.
When I turn the last corner, I park and go still.
To see the action.
I'm here for a rock concert, a cage match and the Lord of the Flies' playground all in one.
The clouds rumble their way in, above, pushing and shoving their way to the front, blocking the view of the sun.
The waves form and clap in time.
The current starts out calm, but finds its beat and runs strong and deep... deep.
Birds battle while the the rain pelts the ground in a drumroll, like the drummer boys marching before the troops.
The war is on.
It's a battle of wills; it's a battle of nature... versus nature.
The geese, the ducks, coots and pelicans.
They're all assembled on the battlefield.