Nocturnal Message
NOCTURNAL MESSAGE
I must say
This, my dream, now seems
Not a series of unrelated happenings
In course of a night’s sleep
But were surrealistically constructed
From life’s timeless values lay
Hidden in my invisible keep
Various dream parts such as
Love decay old age and death are
Called up in metaphor –
A hand reaching muddy floor
Noise confusion and
Knocks on a door
I left for the city on foot
Clear and bright the day
Straight and sure the way
Within though Giganticus is
Misty and dark
Many buildings in decay
I’m lost
In a maze of winding streets
With nary a friendly face to greet
I wander through buildings
In and out in and out
Too numerous to count
Till at last through one door
I espy a counter section
With a sign – “We give directions”
“Oh thank heaven,” I cry – reach out –
“There is a God
And he is good.”
Alas as I step forth
There came a flood
Filling my way with blackest mud
Hindered thus in Giganticus
I tried cross the room to shout
“I’m lost want to go home which way out?”
But the relentless mud
Continued to flow
Doors now are locked no place to go
Past life flashed before my eyes
And to my horror
Came four knocks on the building door
Up! Up!
Wake up! Wake up!
Dave Austin
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