A Dream



I dreamt . . .

In the forest I perched at the highest height.

You floated in the air beside me,

And I could not see you in the blackness of the night.

We watched the sun come up,

And when it reached its highest peak,

You said, Gentle creature of my life and soul,

I must leave you now to speak.



Speak with whom, I questioned?

The sun has only begun to set,

We can watch it for hours still,

Like last twilight, when we met.



You smiled with that wisdom,

As though your face embodied fate,

And said with certain sadness,

I must go and battle hate.



The figure fluttered downward,

Seeing me safely from the tree as well,

Then rode off into the glaring sun,

To rid the world of hell.






A/N: *My religion tells me to love. My heart tells me to love. And if my dreams tell me to love as well, then that is what I will do.