Last Night I Dreamed

Last night I dreamed of you With roses blooming in your eyes I of late had often seen this But today this image wavered, differed Was it really just a dream – or, Was I so desperate as to believe That when you, dearly departed and back Said hello to me, it would be real? Last night I dreamed of her With tears flowing like silver, mercury And I know not who caused this flood But had you did it, what would I think? If you were really so cruel as to inflict this pain If you after three long years acted so flippantly, Not the sting of rejection nor kiss of death Could keep you back Last night I dreamed of him With opals and sapphires fracturing In his own ruby heart, hardened by you Please, don’t, have mercy will you? Don’t be the cruel god that brought you back Look back as you exit Hades’ realm and stay, for More so than anything I wish For you to return from whence you came Last night I dreamed of us Black pen scratched out your face Picture frame and glass shattered, thrown from Your hands, your arms, your fingers, all vanished And somehow through the thread of time – oddly I started to harbor a festering hate – and for whom? Did I dare to push these black marks on, who? Did I dare to let this become me? Last night I dreamed of me Mask of pain red and raw obscuring Something I was not familiar with just yet A being who dared to stand here with you A demon who dared to smile at me like nothing Ever had happened before – did you really not recall? How could you, how could you not be marked guilty? I, young and scarred, understood this unfairness not Last night I dreamed of them Screaming, was it of terror or joy? Was it you or me, because suddenly I saw As you fell out of my reach Handprints on your chest, shape and size For me to speak of cruel – cruelty in itself For they were mine, bitter and strong I, marked as guilty, understood this crime now.