In a Dream

I saw you walking toward me, in a dream; for only a dream would tenderly look at me, for only a dream hath maternal sympathy – your mind and heart already forsaken, though a mother, your leave taken – your spirit a fury as Narcissus, if splattered his beloved image – Once beautiful, illness had distorted your face, you blamed me, your blessed newborn – all your misery directed at me – henceforth, I was shaken from the bow of every nesting tree. left to cry, scorned, and alone – To say I survived, is to know I have just barely lived: for such loveless countenance had left me empty, with personality a vacant ruin – in the depth of my depression, pleading for answers, you once admitted, to your son, full-grown, that you had done this to him.. – may our souls no turmoil eternally keep – and may we awake together, someday, all forgiven the painful appearance of a bitter world, for its surface was always coldly asleep....