Dreams With Dead Eyes

They still come often in the softness of night; images of days gone by.

Sometime they haunt, sometimes they seem precursors to a coming time.

The past screams now without voice, and their sad words fall from dead eyes.

Fear replaces my tears, and I awaken; I wonder and I ponder the remaining night.

Dreams now shift like the blowing sand and deliver new night terrors unto another land.

One night I see my father-in-law standing on a sandy shore looking out to a distant sea.

The next night I see both him and Leah; backs not turned away, but with their eyes calling me.

Eyes that once begged for my help in both of their final moments before their passing now call.

Fear grips my heart as I see them standing on the edge of an endless sea with their dead eyes.

I turn from their stare and look from whence I came and see all alone my mother-in-law.

She is waving from a distant hill, her eyes are somber, and even from the distance I see they are tear filled.

I hear her voice like a soft whisper on the wind, yet I feel Leah calling me to worlds end.

I tremble…I shake, and in a cold sweat I awake.

Two dreams…two days…no more…no more I pray.

J. Allen Wilson © 12/8/2009