A Dying Dream

A Dying Dream

A Poem by Robert Luna
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This is inspired by a reoccurring dream I have been having for a while now it always plays out the same way. I hope you enjoy.

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These tattooed roses will never bloom

holding loosely to fading flesh

Awaiting bones to turn to ash

There I stood at the great void of life

To the back of me sat the world

amidst its selfish pride 

cold,

alone

with its hateful glare

And there just beyond what I could see

laid destiny

just out of my reach

But it……

it keeps calling out to me

A sweet whisper

that echoes on the ripples of time itself

every step I take

I feel an arrow pierce deep

into the very soul of my being

my blood soak flesh feels weak

and with every wound I feel

my life begin to seep

I cannot bear any more

and there I fall to my knees

As she appears to comfort me

Mother Mary

 

She embraces me in her arms

as a mother would hold a child

Kisses my forehead and begins to sing

 

“Carry on, my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

No!

Carry on!
You will always be remembered
Carry on!
Nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you

Carry on, my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry
Don't you cry no more!

No more!”

 

I see the tears form in her eyes

as she looks at me for what felt to be the last time


© 2009 Robert Luna



Author's Note

Robert Luna
This is inspired by a reoccurring dream I have been having for a while now it always plays out the same way. I hope you enjoy.

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Our dreams tell us so many things about ourselves and the worlds here and there. We wander through the night sky and if we are lucky, we bring a little something back to inspire us to reach further than we might have on our own. Take comfort in the offered arms. You are meant to trudge on, even wounded. And she is right, there will be peace. When our work is done here.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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"A sweet whisper
that echoes on the ripples of time itself"

I love that line!

and the ending of this is just brilliant!



Posted 5 Years Ago


This is terrific! I loved it!

Posted 5 Years Ago


Wow. Very moving. Well written. I love your reference to Kansas.

Posted 5 Years Ago


powerful, speaks volumes friend...


Posted 5 Years Ago


A dream to comfort and to console the restless soul of a deep thinker. I love this piece for its honest emotions and how you have brought the reader into your state of feeling each moment of the dream. nicely done!

Posted 5 Years Ago


The imagery in this is really good, I liked it :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


What a great write!!.. You describe everything so well in here. ^^

Posted 5 Years Ago


This was superb. So glad I looked you up. Thankyou.

Posted 5 Years Ago


wow such a dream in which you are having here. Amazing writing so full of vivid detail. awesome

Posted 5 Years Ago


Have you ever read anything by psychologist Carl Jung? He came up with 9 archetypes that may be applied to dreams and what you're describing sounds like the one dubbed 'The Great Mother'. Usually a positive sign :)
I find dream analysis intriguing and I really enjoy how you write of them so passionately.

Posted 5 Years Ago



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