Monday, November 26, 2012

dream

"To sleep, perchance to dream:
ay, there's the rub"
-Shakespeare

What shall I dream of today,
     as I snooze away the blazing sun?
Shall I dream of sweetthings and innocence,
     or martyrs and blood?

How long has it been, how many have died?
Death in all the wrong places,
    but who is the judge and where is the jury?
Out to lunch again, lost in a maze of consciousness
     - they'll not be returning.

My child, don't enter my dreams!
     Stay safe away, and safely loved.
My fears may kill you in the haunting;
     my love may draw you too close in the fire.
Your needs are mine, but I cannot see you here:
Today my dreams run red and metal -
Copper lingers in my memory's tongue.

1 comment:

  1. OMG, hon, this one brought tears to my eyes. I only had your old blog address, never knew it switched, thought you closed it down.

    The thought and memory of my own babes, here, staying safe and warm while I was over there.
    My child, don't enter my dreams!
    Stay safe away, and safely loved.
    My fears may kill you in the haunting;


    This immediately brought tears of the memory of my similar feelings. I miss you, love, so much.

    Im glad things are well with you though....you seem to be doing SO WELL!!!!

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