My Dream

A Dream of Passion

 

A Passion Dream

 

A dream I have won’t go away,

and now it’s coming every day.

 

At friends and others I look down.

While in the distance stands a town.

 

In this dream, there’s a rocky hill,
where countless men, their blood did spill.

 

I know these visions must come true.

And on that hill… my life ends too.

 

Could I run to some distant place?

Or under blankets hide my face.

 

No,

this is a walk that I must take.
My journey’s for another’s sake…

For one who’s not yet even born…

I’ll taste their hate, and pain and scorn.

 

It’s someone I will love so true…

You see this dream is about you.

This dream, it will not go away…

but now it’s coming every day.

Reviews

[..R.I.P..]

This is a fantastic read! I thought of Calvary as I read it. Wonderful rhyme and meter. I thought it was really amazing, excellent imagery too. Keep up the good work.

[Phantom Heart]

This is a fantastic write. I can't help but thinking of Calvary and the cross, when I read this poem. It's a nice reminder of what took place there. Thanks for sharing.

[Ellen Hammond]

Wow! Great rhyme and meter, as always. I thought of Calvary as I was reading this. Perhaps that is why you kept having this dream.....so you would write this wonderful, thought provoking poem.

[Pratibha]

after reading about this dream, i am scared Sean...
and i know that this is true, because 'destruction' is inevitable when there is so much restlessness and disruption....
and i am sure GOD will hide us and protect us...!!
an intense poem Sean...

[hyancynthstofeedthysoul]

As I read this I think you write a dream of the "passion". Is by any chance that hill of which you write "Cavalry"?

[Gandré]

In my dream,
there’s a rocky hill.
Where countless men,
their blood did spill.

I know these visions
must come true.
And on that hill…
my life ends too.----------------->> this was my favorite part. even this became a luxury; to have an own grave on a hill, this is impossible in Germany. It is not true, that we have more and more freedom - for we have less and less freedom, society is in charge of it. We are simply too many people, yes. Nice rhyming like always in your writing, beautiful.