The Dream

THE DREAM

Clouds over head
Wind in my face
As I stand on the edge
Of this precipice
Slipping, stumbling, sliding,
Holding on with everything I have,
Watching the world fall to pieces,
My heart weeps,
For the little kids,
Lost and abused, raped and killed,
My soul cries cease,
to the people sending our families to die for a cause not our own,
My body is weary,
As I try to hold on to the last bit of goodness I seek to find in this place,
I cry out to all the lost souls,
I tremble in fear of the needless pain,
I look around for a hand to hold onto to pull me back
And here you are,
Reaching out to me,
Calling my name,
Keeping me sane,
In the insanity of this worlds nonsense,
I grab and hold tight,
praying I don't fall,
You keep me safe,
You are my all,
My family, My love,
I climb back from this nightmare,
Open my eyes,
And you disappear.

Dorothy Baker
23. Aug. 2008