A Dying Dream

This is inspired by a reoccurring dream I have been having for a while now it always plays out the same way. I hope you enjoy.

These tattooed roses will never bloom

holding loosely to fading flesh

Awaiting bones to turn to ash

There I stood at the great void of life

To the back of me sat the world

amidst its selfish pride 

cold,

alone

with its hateful glare

And there just beyond what I could see

laid destiny

just out of my reach

But it……

it keeps calling out to me

A sweet whisper

that echoes on the ripples of time itself

every step I take

I feel an arrow pierce deep

into the very soul of my being

my blood soak flesh feels weak

and with every wound I feel

my life begin to seep

I cannot bear any more

and there I fall to my knees

As she appears to comfort me

Mother Mary

 

She embraces me in her arms

as a mother would hold a child

Kisses my forehead and begins to sing

 

“Carry on, my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

No!

Carry on!
You will always be remembered
Carry on!
Nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you

Carry on, my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry
Don't you cry no more!

No more!”

 

I see the tears form in her eyes

as she looks at me for what felt to be the last time

Author's Note

This is inspired by a reoccurring dream I have been having for a while now it always plays out the same way. I hope you enjoy.

Reviews

[Emily B]

Our dreams tell us so many things about ourselves and the worlds here and there. We wander through the night sky and if we are lucky, we bring a little something back to inspire us to reach further than we might have on our own. Take comfort in the offered arms. You are meant to trudge on, even wounded. And she is right, there will be peace. When our work is done here.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This comes from eating curried Indian food while mixing Zen Buddhist meditation and listening to Kansas before bed. Hope you are well, Robert. I have the craziest dreams sometimes but they seldom contain Kansas song lyrics. If the dream is recurring you should probably put on another CD before bed. Try some Boston, like, " I woke up this morning and the sun was gone, turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song, I closed my eyes and I slipped away." Now that's More Than a Feeling. (smile)

[Darklady]

beautifully written and full of sentiment

[Death's Poet]

Wow! This is turely beautiful. I read this 3 times over just to let all of it sink in. Gorgeous work. Love it

[Jamestown]

Very nice, I too experience dreams of mystery and I usually get something out of them, but of course not
always. I enjoyed reading and thx for sharing.

[Crazycatgirl_10]

This is really good. Brought tears to my eyes.

[Willow Radcliffe]

That's beautiful. The imagery is incredible, as is your word choice. Good job :)

[Thomas Skahill]

Enjoyed it for the most part but I can't help but feel like it's due for some cuts, a separation, or an elongation. I cant quite put my finger on it but something about this piece just whispers finish me in my eyes. The tattooed roses is a strong symbol, I would suggest magnifying that and seeing what you can do with it, there's alot of potential there. The alone vs. the world trope is beginning to be a bit passé or trite, but that doesn't mean it's weak or un-usable I would just suggest being aware of this and playing it to your advantage.

[Academy6]

This is so awesome! Nicely done my friend.

[Blissful Sin]

Love how it plays out! Great job!

-Bliss

[Darian Justine]

Really great job!