I had a dream the other night
of what, I knew not what,
until I reached a point in day
that matched the incident,
a tale so terrifying and cruel
I woke up drenched in sweat,
but wondered what had bothered so
when finally I did wake,
it was early, early morn
when a vision came to me,
of panting and escaping
and of comraderie,
a friend I had, I met before
and fast friends we became,
by what I knew not why nor how
for we had barely met,
still amazing most to me was love
I felt like none I had before,
I knew him and he knew me
yet not by earthly hours,
only time spent immemorial
on some far distant shore,
and as we spoke of light
and love and laughter in the air,
the terror came of being chased
by some large, ominous being,
some incredible dark force
that permeated the light,
and cast shadows on the soul,
with beating hearts we ran so fast,
while beating wings came down
and beaks pecked cheeks, eyes and ears,
our bodies could scarce be found,
bloodied mass we’d become,
unrecognizable but for the intertwining
of our souls in the firmament.
I’ve often wondered if ’twere a dream
but then I’ve dreamt before,
your silent screams, the love I felt
remain etched upon my soul,
and as I’ve looked I see
not two but one body,
distantly, so distantly
shining in the heavens.
s.k. lindeman