Last Wednesday I had a dream. I woke feeling at peace. This fragment describes it…
In my dreams
a soft blanket of silver ash covers me
The souls of the dead
mingle with mine
Last Wednesday I had a dream. I woke feeling at peace. This fragment describes it…
In my dreams
a soft blanket of silver ash covers me
The souls of the dead
mingle with mine
Triumphant orange glows the Sun
Rays burn straight, intense
Warming that below
In the landscape of my soul
Flurries of disconsolate blue ice
Swirl chaotically, random
Freezing dark recesses
In the landscape of my soul
Raging red fire consumes
Angry flames rape, destroy
Growing forest
In the landscape of my soul
Despondent black air suffocates
Stagnant, dank, foetid
Fills deep caves
In the landscape of my soul
Nascent green shoots
Shout encouragement
Stretch out for light
In the landscape of my soul
And what of this soul?
This churning calamity
Prey to dichotomous forces
How is it contained? Concealed?
For fury, torment, despair
Even exultant joy, evolution
Prove to threaten the equilibrium of observers
Of the landscape of my soul
Gossamer skin
Translucent membrane
Flimsy separation from an
Uncomprehending world
Would that I had
Hardened integument
Impervious exoskeleton
Protection from hurt
But if I had a toughened hide
I hope I may shed it from time to time
Allow a knowing mortal to gaze inside
At the landscape of my soul