The forest of eternal dreams

A Poem by Ranaul

I see myself lost in the forest of eternal dreams
and wandering around,
I see ghosts of the past and future in the mists.
Running from their own shadows,
clearly tormented and in pain,
they scream in horror.

Confused I go on,
walking slowly on a dark road
and from the shadows they watch.
All those eyes , in which there is nothing,
just an empty stare and yet
penetrating your very essence.

I look above and I feel something,
on my face, tears slowly flow,
but they are not my own.
As if the sky itself weeps
and drops of sorrow and regret
fall to the earth.

Then I notice something bright,
Something warm and beautiful,
Light from amongst the gray clouds.
Piercing like a pathway to salvation,
but alas it is only an illusion, created by the mists
and I remain lost in the forest of eternal dreams.