Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 5, 2017

Daily missive for Wednesday the 5th of April.~by Peter Forster



Daily missive for Wednesday the 5th of April.

What happens after the dream
At three in the morning
When darkness is complete
And somewhere a baby wakes
With a sound of screaming
Greater than a screech of gulls
On the wing.
A lullaby
Sung with conviction
Even as the eyes droop.
Next to nowhere a shadow stirs
It might be a horseman
Waiting for his moment
To arrive
If you can hear him then you are
Still alive
But the dream is over.
Nothing is left but reality
A strange device
Barely believable
Totally unreliable
Unevenly predictable
Strictly for the birds
A tool for pruning the edges
Clipping the wings
Of febrile imaginings.
When the whispering grows loudest
Just before the dawn
And the cry
You thought was a baby
Echoes inside your head
Are you alive or are you dead
A wretched demand
You can’t understand
What you don’t comprehend
The wonder breaks you asunder
As the demons take turns
In dragging you under
Take heart
The dream is over
But if you can feel the pain
It is that time
Come round again
A discrete dissolve
Grandiose revolve
Complete and replete
In its way
With the hope
Of a brand new day.


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