I was doing some file recovery from really old floppy disc and came across a folder of various writings I did many years ago. Here is a poem that even today I am proud of. It's a bit spooky too. Notice the date... God, I am old. If i remember correctly, this is another writing I did concerning a dream I had. I tend to do that a lot. In fact, I may just post a few more dreams that I have saved on here for people to look over and see just how odd they are. The practice of writing down my dreams is something I have done off and on since I was a teenager. I was so happy to have found some of my older ones so that I may share them all these years later.
"Wake Up My Darling"
my foggy, shadowed windows
on a frozen winter night
I peel back the layers of darkness
to view my beloved lady
cause of much disbelief
red is everywhere
a fertile life flows out
beautiful eyes forever close
the cold street beneath my knees
her face is framed
her head I cradle
my body rain pours
like speaking to a stone wall
wake up my darling, wake up
our audience stares
stone faces
sirens blare to no avail
not a voice is heard
silence
wake up my darling, wake up
3/10/97
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