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The Dreamer


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The Dreamer

 

each night i am pulled into your nefarious embrace
your dry fingertips seductively pushing my eyelids shut
as i lay my body down within its soft nocturnal tomb

deftly you lead me deeper and deeper
away from the light
from all that is familiar
from all that i think i know of myself
until i am left abandoned
in the middle of a dark and endless plain
encompassed by a horizon i do not recognise

and there
all that is stored within my head spills out
onto a parched firmament which devours each aspect and vision
i have carefully collected and stored within my consciousness

suddenly i am surrounded by strangely familiar druids
who chant wild prayers and dance around me
while menacing birds circle in a dark sky above

and to my right
blue fish lie gasping dry air
they cry cerulean tears which ooze from their eyes
as thick as oil paint

and then everything disappears

i am left suspended within an endless concrete corridor
black to the back of me
with a faint light flickering far ahead

in the distance i see a caped figure approaching
with arms extended in a terrifying gesture of embrace

is it you?

he stands before me

i pull back the cape

and find myself staring back at me
with an intensity that causes my soul and core to shudder

i realize that once again
i have fallen out of time
only to confront an inevitable destiny

 

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i have fallen out of time

 

Oh, yes, love the whole mood this evokes, as well as the rest of the piece. Great for the New Year, or Halloween. ;)

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Agree with Marti. Some gems in this reminiscent of a vision quest:

 

 

until i am left abandoned
in the middle of a dark and endless plain
encompassed by a horizon i do not recognise ...

 

suddenly i am surrounded by strangely familiar druids
who chant wild prayers and dance around me
while menacing birds circle in a dark sky above

and to my right
blue fish lie gasping dry air
they cry cerulean tears which ooze from their eyes
as thick as oil paint

and then everything disappears...

 

 

It gets a bit spooky near the end until I remember that this is ... The Dreamer.

 

Tony

Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic

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