I dreamt of the sky

Angels caressed harps

As my mother had once caressed me


Tranquil chords

Echo along the valley

As my father gazes on at me 

With great reverence


The forests collude

To whisper 

As I pass with the wind

Amidst the meadows


I dreamt of a fair beauty

Elusive among the trees

The majesty of her pitches 

leaving hills to weep with sentiment


I envisioned

A cloud of tears

And upon it rest

Those I love, and have


In the quiet recesses of the dark

In the thoughful daze of the black

Among dead leaves and cracked concrete

Among lonely luminiscence and crescent moons

Among fear and the drudges of the soul

Among accordions of dissonance and columns of tombs

Lies light

And the life I once lived.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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