In Dream

When in history we find, ceaseless aches of wanting

Even sleep cannot smother fear coupled with pain

The walls tighten, their pictures almost taunting

A tyrannical storm threatening to spit rain

Dreams bring images, some that linger with the morning

As light splinters through the cracks in the blinds

These dreams are lost, and with them the warning

A caution of things that lay ahead, slithering as it winds

A world waiting in disguise, a shadow clinging to the ground

Anticipating blending with the night, waiting for the day to pass

Tiptoeing over beams of starlight, dancing without sound

The dream flashes, as she lies smiling in the grass

A wild mix of wanton innocence in her eyes

Nothing is more powerful than this moment in time