Dark was the December night

and to my sleep went forth I.

yet  sleep, I did not,

for slumber brought forth plight.

For,

In and out of torrid dreams went I

Chasing fear, fleeing fright.

Scaling walls that did not exist,

Seeking a presence of mind to resist.

Yet failure was mine

As horrid events

 Persistently filled my wits.

 I dreamt of wars full of destruction,

I could hear the somber crying of children

I could smell the smoke, as skyward it rose

I could taste the devastation

Of battles fought.

Alas though

 from this cruel and relentless night I awoke

  with all clarity, I recall the dying,

I still felt mourning throughout our land.

All this thought I,

As I shook and trembled,

Is the doing of the madness in man.

 Dear God I prayed,

Remove these dreams from this December night

And restore peace to this day.

For I am weak and unable to stand,

Bearing these visions of the destruction

Of man.

 J. Allen Wilson © 2003

 Taken from an actual dream that I had in December of 2000

I left out a large portion of the notes I had taken, for the sake of brevity.

We all need to unite for the sake of peace, for death and destruction, really

Is more than I can stand.

~PEACE~