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The Past Eternal In Dreams
The voice of a cold stream flowing calls me and dark skies float in my mind. A fallen blanket on the floor of my room where I lay on my bed waiting, for the night to reveal images. I am full of dead voices whispering. Shapes, wispy no form reaching out. The calmness beckons me. I hesitate, then let go. Death so meaningless. Headstones, wet with trembling soft tears. Time past is eternally present in my dream. The images drifting disturb the dust of time. I fall through the twilight gates of dreams and all is stillness. Shadows hover in the silence. My dream self whirls in the quiet breeze of forever solitude. I am crying and searching for something unseen. The vine of life grasps and clings to me, the fingers of green curling. Weeping shadows of death entwining my soul. Oh, listen to the loud lamenting, so deafening.Leaves murmur, birds chirp and my heart quivers. I stand at a tomb. Strokes of pain, memories stabbing. I am lost in this dream. Then dawn breaks and my dream shatters in a million pieces floating away and I am left with an open wound bleeding in the sunlight. __________________________ April 19, 2015 Poetry/Prose/The Past Eternally Present Copyright Protected, ID 04-665-311-19 All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France Written for the Standard contest, Dreams, sponsor Rob Carmack, Judged 05/2015 Seventh Place
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Book: Shattered Sighs