I Dreamt A Dream

Long ago I dreamt a dark dream.
Came now dark jungles and war machines.
Gruesome images played out in my mind.
Dark creations scream peace, peace in this my time.
 
Smells of flesh burning, silver cinders filled the air.
Generals commanding eyes fixed daunting deaths cold stare.
Black birds with metal wings flying low overhead.
Bellies emptying the choking rain of falling despair.

Shattered hearts fill sharp the lucid night.
Run through the jungle; seek shelter till morning light.
Shadows narrowly escape down division’s long path.
Nothing left, nothing remains in dark dreams aftermath.

Yesterday, another time, long ago whispers in my ear.

Dead voices silent mute still squelch paranoids fear.

Long ago today I dreamt a dark dream….

J. Allen Wilson © 12-2007