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
Copyright © Robert Horton | Year Posted 2015
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