I am hoping for stillness and silence in this dream…but as I walk up to the sounds of cries I see the pile of her in the corner and find her with a bottle of wine, discarded and pointing away…this place is old and empty, and it’s telling me to close my eyes and turn away. She sees me, avoids looking at me, because she knows the truth will bury her…she swears at me that we are not shining stars…I know, I say and add that I never said that we were. She goes on about things…her words cut like knives in a fist fight…and we pass through enough doors and windows to know that we can never look back. She reaches out to me and when I don’t respond she waves me off…I die a little inside at the sight of her tears and feel ashamed to be letting her go…but I don’t know her and when I fully release her, she sinks like a stone and disappears forever under the cover of dream. I am released too, but less okay and feeling kind of lost and alone, because I know she is the cold voice that is holding me back…but finally there is silence and stillness…and I slip back into a deep restful sleep.
“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.” – Edgar Allan Poe
About Lawrence Lewis
I do a number of things professionally...but most of all and the true purpose of what I do through "my work" is to provide for my family, be a good husband and great father, and try to make a difference as a world citizen...I guess it's not much more complicated than that 🙂