In this dream

I saw your face

Etched inside

A wondrous place

Of harmony

And discontent

All wrapped up

In misintent

Awake to see you

Standing here

In ghostly shape

But all too clear

A chill swept through

My sleepers mind

As it came to be

You’re lost behind

A shuffle

And a shotgun shell

That brought me down

Into your hell

And yes your voice

It carries on

Telling me that

I can be strong

(Oh but aren’t you wrong?)

Back to sleep

To glimpse the space

Of timeless days

And even pace

I’ll wake upon

Another day

When I’m dark enough

To dig your grave


Erin de Blois

May 24, 2020

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