In Dreams 35

In dreams, I observe the brief shadow plays of youth. I hear remnants of laughter and birdsong Streaming freely through a doorway: Leading back to a summer I vaguely remember. In dreams, I feel the beating heart Of the universe and sometimes I see The biblical scenes at fabled Eden unfolding And replaying. They seem so deeply embedded In the fabric of time. I hear psalms and hymns That praise the Light, but speak of a scarred world And the inevitable decay of green ages. I hear temptation's whispers on the wind. They're as sweet as the sound of Sirens: Reclining On the rocks, yet laden with doom. In dreams, I hear the lamentations of willow trees And angels as the wounded skies darken. In dreams, I sense the presence of a myriad Suffering things crying out for redemption.