Reoccuring Dreams

Reoccurring Dreams

 

A dream I had just the other night

That has come and gone most of my life

I was just around seven or eight

A dream that would just not translate

 

Sleeping child startled awake

By a call or sound that came

For he swears he heard his name

Darkness that is all around

Electricity it is nowhere found

 

He opens the door to his bedroom

Strange new figures are passing him

White hooded gowns that cover all

No face to see no hands indeed

But yet you hold that candle free

 

Terror fills that child of eight

The feeling just will not abate

He runs out to the living room

But it is filled with strangers whom

Are pointing with no face or hands

To the apartment door that stands

Between the child and an escape

 

He runs out past the crowd in there

In hopes to dissipate the stare

Main door handle turned with a click

He opens up the door so quick

A revealed procession of figures in white

With hooded gowns that cover all

No face to see no hands indeed

But yet they hold that candle free

 

No words were spoken no lips were seen

Please follow us

 Appears within his ears

A hesitation and then a step

Followed by a brand new fear

 

He awakes with frantic tears

Shaking and sweating from the fear

For he knows closed eyes tonight

Will only bring the same old sight

Of that reoccurring dream this night

 

Reoccurring dreams for me

 I believe are simply just greedy

For they do not reveal any meaning

Or are we prevented just from seeing

Because it seems we’re always fleeing

 

A dream I had just the other night

That has come and gone most of my life

I was just around seven or eight

A dream that would just not translate