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A Bag of Dreams
A Bag Of Dreams A wonderful life, In it was me, Above a cloud, Below the sea, Breathing slow With angels about But I couldn't move Nor could I shout. A stranger spoke, I knew him well, Of a distant light, A tolling bell, And I said yes, I know that place And I followed him Into empty space. Where corridors raced Yet I was still, As if pinned down Against my will, Tingling limbs And feeling cold, I surrendered my body, Heart and soul. Where I met myself In another guise, Older than me, Grey and wise, But he didn't glance Nor knew my name, Like different people Who looked the same. He collected things Like love and hope, Wrapped in beauty And tied with rope, Passion, humility, Empathy and pride And a million desires All stuffed inside. The closer I got The further he ran, Then my teeth fell out As a nightmare began, Everything beautiful Ripped apart The tiny fragments Of my broken heart. One by one They disappeared, Apart from the deformed, Grotesque and weird, The hours passed Til morning arrived, "Thank God!" I said, "I'm still alive'. And as I awoke My hair was grey, A wise old man Lay where I lay, He knew of me, From my sleep, it seems And by his side Was a bag of dreams. © RJVHorton2015
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