A Torrent of Dreams

The rain pours down
Through the night
Washing away
The day before
Like so many
Dreams we had
Washed away by
Reality

Gray

Rain drops fall
Lives stall
Grayness covers all

A deepening gloom
In a darkened room
Coldness, that feels like a tomb

Where can I rest
From this weary test
This doom of which I’m possessed

I sit and dream
Of a silent stream
Colors of grayness, extreme

Right Here

Traveling far, not wide
Right here you shall abide
Though you may not be by my side
My love keeps you deep inside

Dream that dream for me again

Dream that dream for me again
It felt just…. like heaven
Pure and golden like bygone days
Simple times when I was seven

Dream that dream for me again
If felt so very good
Bright and refreshing like a bright morning day
Or walking a sacred wood

Dream that dream for me again
I miss it with all of my heart
Those subtle sounds and colors divine
Don’t let this dream depart

The Nature of Time

Moving, never stopping
Noticed, but never seen
Forwards, never backwards
Though it may seem quite obscene

Changing all it touches
For good, bad or in-between
Onward pushing forward
Traveling it goes unseen

The Abyss

Into that screaming hole again
The darkening madness that comes
Colors that flash red black and white
Who only knows which ones are right

And then I come back with help
Taken back to the light again
The world it seems dim in the light
Perhaps it’s not day, only night