Dream Walker

Once, when waking from walking through your dreams,

 I fell upon thousands of lights and streams 

of consciousness

And I confessed my sins to your ghost.

Through the shadows of all the veils of all the selves you've shown to me 

I found you, 

sitting beneath a tree.

Eyes as black as blood burned at my presence in this secret, sacred place.

And when I touched your face, the darkness lifted 

and drifted like smoke away 

and I felt the absolution for my absence, 

oil and incense into my souls hole

Reviews

[White Raven]

This is amazing! Your rhythm and imagery is excellent, and story of the poem leaves me wanting to know more. This is really great.