I fear December nights most. Their bitter cold denies me tears. I snap beneath a trembling fear.
In fits and starts, I stutter-sleep and stumble through a three-part dream. The force of God, the still small within a blustery wind, ushers me farther on, against raw, rambling remonstration, into presence of imposing triumvirate of my dismantling.
With each visitation insight rises and constructs itself mid-air into a golden key. Once complete, their ring of understanding pierces my heart as a tone of clarity sanctifies darkness enveloping me. Only then do I feel steady hand of blessed restoration.
Thus the dream-walk commenced:
Taken first to the innermost temple of a man revered as kingly and anointed, I marvel at his heart’s broad compassion. But thoughts turn to puzzlement at his blanketed decree, his triggerfish decision to banish me. Bewildered by prompt dismissal, his refusal to hear the truth, I am stunned to see emerging from him, a will encased in iron, hard as Pharaoh’s heart.
Second approaches the shepherd, cavorting with select sheep, swapping the same stories I celebrated in days before the night he cast me out, away into a blinding storm alone, greedily seized an opportunity to move fast the flock from me. His wolf teeth gnash and grind relentlessly! Lightning flashes, and wolf becomes a wounded sheep bleating for his mother, beside himself in pain.
My head thrust upward by so bright a light, I zoom to beloved fallen star. Despite distance between us, he remains a reflection of that which burns infinite in my soul. Tremors wrack my body. I scream but make no sound. I am saying, “I love you. I love you;” I’ve only learned not to say so aloud. And, behold, the sky opens on a silent, holy night. You dim and twinkle, afraid I’ll not forgive you for leading me so far into the wilderness.
At the final tone, I sit up, awake and exhausted by my journey of daisy-chain remembrance and unexpected revelation. Yet, I am less afraid – and certain I will be led farther, farther on.
My goodness, Dawn, this is image rich and conceptually provoking. A very dense write that could perhaps split into two other poems? I am intrigued by the first half, which you articulate so finely and with which I can relate so very well, especially at the moment - although my problem seems to be in staying awake, which is sooooo unusual for me, but the effects on my brain seem similar! :)) But the 3-part dream is fascinating, too, and the daisy-chain links are poems in themselves. As usual, you unearth a gold-mine of thought and each lavish seam could do with a thorough working with a brain and intensity of thought that is sharper than my poor specimen at the moment! Bless you and may you be rewarded for your toil with the beauty of rest and a refreshing sleep. LOL Kate xx
Dawn, this is so good, yet it is from within this wilderness that we can capture and give proof of what was before and truly is now. The journey never ends, just the scenery changes. Excellent write.
Dawn, you had me spellbound throughout this incredible poem! You capture such depth of emotion and your knowledge is so awesome! I'm left emotionally wrung out! Thank you for such exceptional poetry!
My head thrust upward
by so bright a light, I zoom to beloved
fallen star. Despite distance between us,
he remains a reflection of that which burns
infinite in my soul. Tremors wrack my body.
I scream but make no sound. I am saying,
“I love you. I love you;” I’ve only learned
not to say so aloud. And, behold, the sky
opens on a silent, holy night. You dim
and twinkle, afraid I’ll not forgive
you for leading me so far
into the wilderness
These are the words that blew me away. Excellent poem
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by so bright a light, I zoom to beloved
fallen star. Despite distance between us,
he remains a reflection of that which burns
infinite in my soul. Tremors wrack my body.
I scream but make no sound. I am saying,
“I love you. I love you;” I’ve only learned
not to say so aloud. And, behold, the sky
opens on a silent, holy night. You dim
and twinkle, afraid I’ll not forgive
you for leading me so far
into the wilderness
These are the words that blew me away. Excellent poem