In Dark Dreams

In Dark Dreams In dark dreams, seeing visions of the dead behind veils of space and withered grapes on the vine, we that live, love our pleasures so much instead paying scant heed to the coming end of our line. Ah, but Fate dances about with a wicked smile in shoes that have no merciful souls, seeing through our indifference and clever guile often destroying our life's most cherished goals. Consider the ant- toils hard but dies just the same while we dance in folly, no soles on our shoes, to Death we are all targets just the same ignorant and blind, wading in with no clues. In dark dreams, blessed if we wake before they slay In dark dreams, blessed if we but live - yet another day! Robert J. Lindley, 9-18-2016 Dedicated to the three poets that replied to me recently in soupmail-- telling me to look up! --and WRITE... I did, with no edits , no worry about syllable count. Written a few minutes ago...