The Interpretation of a Dream Last

Shadows proned in pierced dark desolation She waited for me on that day A given chance at which to bow the knee to pray There was a rich love I used to know At bitter silence by which to go... The interpretation of a dream, No need for silence no mere solace scene Never leaving your poor heart alone As with a rod that Moses felt, From a distance the sound of wild feathers A whole host of words that were whispered; As if you haven't already heard In bitter silence we become unshackled From the bitter place with cold egos glaze The she suddenly spread her wingas on windows peak; The cold chill sends a rage down spine.