Sunday, November 26, 2006
The Torture of the Night
I never held much stock in dreams. My thoughts are not usually significant by day, so I always figured they were even more inconsequential by night. But what do you do when a dream doesn't leave you? When it haunts your every movement? When the sun cannot shine strong enough to dispel its lingering shadow...
When a dream has made me fragile
The remembrance piercing an ancient pain
And sadness without reason approaches
Shaking my soul in its dusty grasp
And night again encroaches
Bearing the banner of the unknown
And all this because of a dream
No shade, no nightmare, no terror
Just a displaced memory in the dark
A face without an answer
A mask without a master
Are these questing phantoms of the past?
Are these mere imaginings in the night?
Are these the worst forms of torture?
Are these nothings?
Are these somethings?
Posted by Lee at 11/26/2006 09:49:00 PM