Years of fallacy have gone by, hidden by the falsehood of an angelic face. Visions that once were promising have now faded, for the past has reared its ugly demeanor.
Unsettling dreams attack as I sleep bringing more uneasiness in my resting place. The once lit erotic candle, “called my heart,” is now smoldering with its non-lighten wick.
Time for hibernation, as I become that grumpy in need of much sleep, but unsettling dreams still burn like promises that were not kept.
Repeatedly, I twist and turn searching for some answer and then it came in one sighting of a different vision. A vision that started to be quite enticing, shall I taste the apple and be enslaved by the Garden?
The beauty of this slightly bruised, but truthful vision has saved my dreams. The journey of this new vision has also, the same re-occurring and unsettling dreams.
Finding myself drawn by this vision with the most surprising and seductive eyes, has the once smoldering candle become again the lifeblood of who I am.
The unsettledness has ceased, because now I See You while I sleep.
Michael A. Bostick