Smoke and Mirrors

By: Carol Huber

I dreamed of a fire burning out of control
And smoke got in my eyes
I dreamed I had treasures that somebody stole
And now I realize

If dreams are the mirrors of our waking days
If the mirror reflects with a symbolic haze
If the night is a beacon of what’s gone before
Then it’s time to look through that dark door

I dreamed of a man standing over my bed
And fear began to form
I dreamed of his trousers on the floor in the head
And then the memory’s torn

If dreams are the mirrors of memory suppressed
If the mirror reflects what I’ve already guessed
If the night is a beacon of what’s lost in the dark
Then it’s sense he turned into a shark

I dreamed of a vampire draining her blood
And I woke up paralyzed
I dreamed of a river cascading in flood
And tears fell from my eyes

If dreams are the mirrors for baring our souls
If the mirror reflects what I need to be whole
If the night is a beacon spotlighting our fears
Then it’s time to remember those years

I dreamed of a house part on beach, part on sea
And I woke up feeling sad
I dreamed of a chasm that separates me
And I woke up really mad

If dreams are the mirrors reviewing the past
If the mirror reflects that I’m healing at last
If the night is a beacon that’s calling, “Look here!”
Then it’s time to go through – face the fear

I dreamed I was flying and rescued a child
And saved her from a crowd
I dreamed I was calm in a storm blowing wild
And dancing on a cloud

If dreams are the mirrors denoting progress
If the mirror reflects there’s a way through this mess
If the night is a beacon that shows ways to cope
Then I have some good reasons to hope

I dreamed that I broke free and left pain behind
And journeyed down the road
I dreamed I was happy and no longer blind
In a future so bright that it glowed

If dreams are the mirrors of freedom to come
If the mirror reflects that I’m more than my sum
If the night is a beacon that’s showing a way
I should take it NOW, during the day
And that’s all that I’m wanting to say. . .
I’ll be back when I have more to say. . .

CJH – 05/09/00 Carol Y. Huber copyright – 05/0

Carol Y. Huber is a Wordsmith who writes Poetry, Essays and other ‘Stuff’. Once upon a time she had the unofficial job title of “The Paradox Lady”. She kept it. Nowadays she is somewhat known in Dallas poetry circles for both solo performance poetry and as a member of “Fine Piece of Mischief”; an ensemble group of some of fine female poets. Her writings ask questions, pose challenges, and often offer possible answers. Any answers are offered with a gleam in her eye and this reminder: Answers that work for her may or may not work for anyone else.

If you would like to comment on this piece please send by way of an email to Survivor Haven

Other Areas Of Survivor Haven

Return To This Month's Issue
Fighting Back
Art Gallery




Previous Issues
Home