The Gift
By: Lawrence W Langman (c)
Trapped inside
my dream I fell.
Deep into this void
I dwell.
Darkness pierces
my blue eyes.
My fears surmount
as tears I cry.
Shadows so dark
as ebony.
Was this my fate
that's meant to be?
As I pushed forth
no walls are felt.
Then growls are heard
where creatures dwelt.
I try to quell
my inner fears.
What drew me towards?
Why am I here?
A voice cried out
from sights unseen.
Reverberations of
a distant scream.
As I ask why am I
drawn to this place.
A figure approaches
now locked in embrace.
My mind just races
my brain's deceived.
My heart explodes
my soul's bereaved.
Does my eyes now fail
to what just can't be.
My mother's likeness
now I can see.
She caresses my face
but I can't feel.
Yet her energies felt
as if she was real.
Wiping away the
tears from my eyes.
My peripheral vision
an image espied.
Shaking my hand
my father appeared.
All worries are gone
along with all fears.
If this is a dream
please don't wake.
So many questions
that just don't equate.
With a flash of white
blinded I was sent.
Back to my dimension
left there to repent.
Sometimes dreams
are there to remember.
To reignite your life
as a gift of an ember.