Strange Dream Poem #1

A Poem by Kyle SP

And then, I fell asleep.

And you were beside me again.

And we came to the edge of the wood,

And slept under stone.

Your skirt split; a plane flew by.

I looked up at the sky,

But saw only white faces.

And we stepped together, until the music died.

Light and webs in the crippled trees,

And the Jackal started to talk.

Tselinoyarsk. Tselinoyarsk:

Seek out what the birds have lost.

Where the scenery was smoke,

And where you would find your sister,

Alive in the tomb.

But wary of his leer, you ran,

Your back to me, and your long hair.

And the Jackal said to me;

Beware the East March,

And the lilac fields where,

My gun was buried.

And sprinted the webs in between,

The trees, you ran and ran.

They ate you alive! They ate you alive!

You screamed.

Where we sat together on the low seat,

Under the cross that liked to sing.

Beside the cryptic stone fountain,

We were kissed hands,

Until youth, a shady dream.

A gift this was, to be together again.

To dream until we died.

To lie naked and alone on dust.

To hold hands beneath the lakeside.

I bargained, I bargained,

Until I won:

A year of stealth,

For a season of your face.

And I couldn't evade him.

Around the corners of the killer road,

He swept me away.

And when you thought I was dead,

I ran backwards

Instead.

We searched and searched,

Behind, beneath the house.

Beneath the bed, above the floor,

But we could not find her. Only,

The poster on the wall.

The gold harp on the roof of the tree.

And the plague that came before us,

Was the meadow we left behind.

And so I gave you to him, the Jackal, lo.

Sitting beneath the window wall.

I'll steal everything you ever own.

I of grim and calculate frown,

Sitting patient outside the chateau.

Protect her, protect her, the Jackal said.

We were us here,

We could have wandered

Scarred and brittle fields.

Haunted houses and lengthened shades.

You swim before you grin,

And frown before you drown.

And the beating heart on the grass,

Told me to eat you,

To eat you before you die.

He killed you, he left you there.

I came and went and did not care.

I thought you were dying,

Or about to.

But you were laughing instead.

Laughing towards me,

Laughing upon my skin.

You were my only dream.

We could have sealed ourselves away.

And never spoken,

Just listening to each other's sighs.

But I was awake now.

And you weren't there,

Only,

The faces on the window wall.

© 2017 Kyle SP

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Salar Majak

WOW!
this is such a dazzling, confusingly AMAZING poem.
i love how the scene changes every little while, i love how you portrait the picture of dying, of living and of mere fear.
to have such a dream, i'd be scared as hell!
but to write about it, and in this creativity, wow!! This is one of my favorites!