dreams 09.02.08

dreams

the dreams, they come, they haunt, they bleed
the glass shards of my heart spill to the ground
happiness springs forth from each shard, mirror like and cold
to grow as armor protecting vulnerabilities and stability

hardened am i by loss and gain
jaded i am by happiness and light
to be filled with the darkness that surrounds me
giving uncomfortable comfort

the dark blueberry faerie comes to me at night
she bids me drink the wine and smile
stay in this place she pleads, she bleeds
i can but turn away out of yearning

i would that i might stay, yet i turn and walk
hearing the tears i shed drop to the ground
knowing that forever away is forever
or is it what is to come that i dread

sleep well, dream well, know i'll return
offering you the wine of my own making
offering you the time that you cannot conceive
and dread me, dread what is to come