NO Mom, I Can’t

I stood alone in the utter darkness.

Silence an essence in this fractured dream.

It was there I heard her calling.

“Allen…Allen, oh Allen;” came the voice with a familiar ring.

The darkness now consumed me; like a weight upon my chest.

The voice came once again, but closer than ever before.

Her voice christened my name; a voice long silenced by death.

I turned about and looked; the sight of her stole my breath.

She held out her hand in a gesture for me to give of mine.

I stood affixed, unable to move, powerless in this acute darkness.

Separated thinly by a veil between this my world and eternal time.

“Allen… oh Allen,” came her plea.

“Give of me your hand; come now, oh come be with me.”

Stifling darkness, a voice once adored from long ago.

New fears run amuck; the dry sucking of my soul.

“NO…NO” my inner voice screamed.

Voice again familiar, complete madness conquers my dream.

“Allen”…”NO MOM”…”but Allen, come now with me.”

“I can’t mom; I can’t; for you are of my past.”

“And one mustn’t ever play host to the dead…no, not even in dreams.”

J. Allen Wilson © 10/31/07