A Recurring Dream

I’m in a place that never was yet it’s complete without a doubt

There are streets and buildings and people moving purposefully about.

 My task is to find a certain spot on the other side of town

 I will know it when I see it, it’s a place of some renown.

 I am youthful and athletic all things seem to go my way

I leap and run and overcome obstacles that might hinder or delay.

As I near my destination my task becomes decidedly a duty

The terrain turns bleak and dreary the trees stripped of all their beauty.

I see a vision dimly lit and blurred within my sight                            

A lovely silhouette moves enchantingly her gown a wistful snowy white.

It’s a setting that’s engulfed in mystery yet it beckons me to stay

She comes and goes in apt repose then softly fades away.

 Suddenly hell breaks loose like a bad excuse and madness swirls around

A storm lashes out and tosses me about upon the craggy rocky ground.

The serenity that was is now abuzz the calm is eliminated

And replaced with rage from a violent age that leaves things decimated.

I try to flee from what’s attacking me toward a distant mountain top

But I’m in a daze from this churning maze and a storm that will not stop.

As I battle wind and rain in this wild domain with shrapnel like debris

I suddenly awake and find an eerie calmness completely surrounds me.

What is this dream’s repeating theme that preys upon my mind?

Who is this beauty that I can’t quite see whose mysteries intertwine?

Why can’t I break through this mental ache that puts me in distress?

 Where is the key eluding me that might relieve me from duress?

Alone now in my solitude this dream though gone still lingers

Like cash in hand or grains of sand that slip right through my fingers

 Try as I might in day or night I can’t resolve this burning stigma

From beginning to end it will not bend, like a mystery inside an enigma.