Sleep is Sweeter
Sleep is Sweeter
©Voleuse
1999, send feedback to ToTheCavern@yahoo.com. Do not archive
without my permission.
I dreamt a
dream as I slept. It was a long one, a sad one. My angel, my
dust-to-dust angel, came to me again. She spoke, but I could not
make out her words.
It was almost
as if I hadn't held her crumbled body in my hands.
She visited
many times, but never for very long. Each time she left, she
pressed a kiss on my cold brow before she departed. I always
tried to reach out and hold her close, but I was frozen.
The dream
continued, and she stopped coming. My only memory was the faint,
bittersweet tear I tasted on my stone lips.
As the days
lengthened into years, it was easier to forget. It was easier to
fall into deeper sleep, where nothing could pain me. Where I
wouldn't be haunted by the past.
I slept, and
no longer dreamed.
The End
