Came To Me In a Dream

Came To Me In A Dream Through the golden gates of hope and reprieve race shadows of storm and restless agonies Mere fleeting wisps that catch roving eyes on platters of papers meant to deceive Stories told of monsters, fools and all the like melting into a cauldron of darkest spittle Gouging the eyes with a pointy spike and sending reprieve but only just a little Where rests,dreams of gold and wanton lusts among fallen pines and burnt ash trees Deceptions taught and broken, shattered trusts sailing chaotic and blind upon falsely stirred seas All through such nightmares are stark realities of life vapors of foul and poisonous clouds belching forth Frozen beams that weigh the misery in agony and strife against the harshest chills of blasts from the frozen North Yet among the dead letters and long anguished cries rest hearts and seeking minds staying on high alert For true love and deeply moaned contented sighs to counter the relentless pain of all the world's hurt. Robert J. Lindley, 6-19-2016 Note-- Came to me in a dream and broke my lost path... At least today, I found my pen again--be that for good or for bad...