Clouds 2

A persistent dream that woke me early one morning sometime after midnight in 2014. This story I tell came as I slept sometime after midnight in 2014.

© 2014 John Preston

Clouds 2

A Poem by John Preston

 

This story I tell came as I slept sometime after midnight in 2014.

A woman and child of unknown tribe talking would not leave me be.

Over and over telling me these brief words, I was speaking to them in my sleep.  I agreed to go write down there wows. And also another came to tell her misery of long ago. (This story I shall submit another day)

 

 

 

Can you see the mist, a shimmering light of cloud. A woman and child stand

with their backs facing. Passing, gone through the night, waters flow, streams of blood, No one calling, you have taken my life. She standing hand in hand little one. No tears of sorrow no more the rain. Gone to another plain a higher plateau.

No more their songs laughter love joy, tepee’s smouldering cattle in chains.

“Yes” yes, your land stolen Spirit guide are you calling to me?

Yes, yes your land stolen blood for tears, tears for blood, both standing silently

showing me black as a raven black as a crow - Dissolving spirits clouds so high.

 Turn facing fright life, eyes streaming black as night, both showing calling silently not a word See, look what you have done. No, no not I do not call this night this darkened light. To the clouds high their behind dissolving, misty slowly, rising high this swirling smoke.

So I finished writing not understanding what I had written left the papers on a table. Went back to bed and those in my head had gone.