I dreampt of the angels, as I lain in my bed,
shadow washed over the ceiling, the floor,
they crept up the walls, never making a sound.
I dreampt of happiness, of things pure and good,
despite the darkness washing around me, over me, .. through me..
I slept in pure peace, warm glows and joys seeping into my mind,
the abominiation of life,... dying around me..
disintegrating,.. fading.. losing its luster..
vanishing from memory, as any would know it.
I felt last night.. the warm hands of fate,..
hugging me close... the desire and passion of the morrow
surrounding me... talking to me.. hollow sounds...
the hands pulled me up.. caressed me... led me..
I saw the cup of life before me,.. I saw the dark haired guardian..
urging me to drink.. to live eternal... forever.. without fail..
yet grasping forwards for the chalice of life.. hands trembling.. brushing the silver cup..
I woke up.
it was a dream?.... wasn't it?... or was it a message to say life wasn't worth it..
not worth going on forever...
death in itself...
enigimatic beauty.
the shadows of life.... seep into the soul...
for one final dance...
one final sing...
and then the fire of life extinguishes...
but last night I saw angels...
and shadows...
and fate..
last night... I saw.
~Gina N. 1999©