Awakening from A Beleaguered Dream
by Stan email@example.com
Saturday, April 21, 2007
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Unfathomable reaches of the imagination
In blackness enveloped, he lays beleaguered in the night,
as restless storm clouds like angry wild stallions prance.
Unearthly dreams penetrate and disrupt his sleeping flight,
while Hellís grim tyrants in black robes solemnly dance.
A frail, bony hand emerges from threatening clouds
like a sombre beacon it steadfastly points the way,
towards the grisly images that are but shadowy shrouds
in that dark resting place where beleaguered dreams play.
Belaboured running as if in slow motion, his lungs rasping,
plagued by shrill voices, subdued screams, a frightened tear.
The skeletal hand still reaching for him; probing, grasping,
heart pounding like a tribal drumbeat, intensifies the fear.
The cocoon of mortality clings as if by a silken thread,
back to the womb of creation - taunted, defeated, stillborn.
But wait! Our poor beleaguered soul stirs in his bed,
startled but safe, the dawn chorus heralds a new morn.
Enlightenment, like dawn mist rising off the water,
casts shards of shimmering sunlight to probe his mind.
Thoughts, like spiritual streams, flow then falter
beyond pools of sub-conscious secrets so hard to unwind.
Listen! How sweetly the birds sing in the tall trees,
regaling this day upon which many hopes are pinned.
A day when all problems are dispatched by a breeze,
carrying inspirational voices that whisper on the wind.