Nocturnal Message

NOCTURNAL MESSAGE I must say This, my dream, now seems Not a series of unrelated happenings In course of a night’s sleep But were surrealistically constructed From life’s timeless values lay Hidden in my invisible keep Various dream parts such as Love decay old age and death are Called up in metaphor – A hand reaching muddy floor Noise confusion and Knocks on a door I left for the city on foot Clear and bright the day Straight and sure the way Within though Giganticus is Misty and dark Many buildings in decay I’m lost In a maze of winding streets With nary a friendly face to greet I wander through buildings In and out in and out Too numerous to count Till at last through one door I espy a counter section With a sign – “We give directions” “Oh thank heaven,” I cry – reach out – “There is a God And he is good.” Alas as I step forth There came a flood Filling my way with blackest mud Hindered thus in Giganticus I tried cross the room to shout “I’m lost want to go home which way out?” But the relentless mud Continued to flow Doors now are locked no place to go Past life flashed before my eyes And to my horror Came four knocks on the building door Up! Up! Wake up! Wake up! Dave Austin