Teller of Tales

It is a dream, I know,

Only a dream I talk in my sleep,

But I see him...

~Not so long ago,

But eons have passed since that day.

This is only a dream,

But I feel him,

Walking in the shadows,under the leaves,

Waiting on the outside, not drawing near,

My wedding it was, my bride by my side,

There is my best man, trying to hide,

Slipping away, quiet as midnight,

~The angel in white ,casts her pale reflection,

And his dark eyes look up as if he has never seen daylight,

He slips away before I can ask him, where he is going,

The beginning of the end,...

~I wait at the edge of the morning,

My eyes still are heavy with sleep,

This is a dream, only,

But his shape is more real now than in waking,

Now he is standing on deck of a ship,

Saying nothing, surrendering a handkerchief to the wind,

The ocean is weeping, the silence ,

The un-utterable sorrow hangs in the air,

Like the spray of the breath of the tide,

Somewhere between us the music has died.

~And water, I feel it, oceans in my mind,

Waves rising like flames, and I can't tell the difference,

Water has taken him, icey water,

That freezes and burns till the bones cannot differentiate,

And I know why he did it,

And the knowing is worse,

For I can never get near enough to give thanks,

A vale of tears, he is gone,...

~Now he comes near,

As near as the approaching daylight,

Nearer than the breath I am holding,

I feel his dark eyes, dark and deep,

As the chasm into which he has cast himself,

Again we are standing in the country churchyard,

An English springtime wafts about us, like incense,

My bride casts her moonlight, with dove's eyes is watching,

We wait for the vision to speak to us,

~Too close to the living he has come,

An awkward smile , as often he gave us,

A grimace as if we are inconvenienced,

My friend's name is hanging on my tounge,

"Holmes" I want to say, "Come, do not linger,

Come you are welcome, you don't have to go."

~But one can only watch a bird for so long,

Before ,feeling exposed, he takes to his wings,

Bird-like he was, I watched him dive backwards,

Into thin, winter air, and I know in my soul,

This dream is deception, there is nobody there,

~When the morning breaks like a breath of the sea,

The waves wake up with the morning tide,

I hear their dreams crashing against the shore,

The ruin of ages, that's why the sea is sad,

For many souls have gone into her chambers,

Many a dream lies in watery grave,

Many a sailor lies under the water,

Many a friend won't return again,

~The ocean is weary of bearing the news,

"Hear ye, hear ye," she cries on the shoreline,

Soft now, and tear laden, "I come bearing word"

"the river has brought me your friend as a ward,

I shall keep him ever so close to the heart of the earth,

Here shall be his cradle, as infant, asleep",

~ But now I am waking up,

And just as the spray of the ocean recedes,

With the warm breath of the breeze, I cast off my sleep,

He casts off the rooftop,and he too is gone,

The image stings me a moment as the sting of sand in the wind,

I will never recover from him,

He, merely a dream, a vision of my sleep,

He only a legend , and I the teller of tales,...