"Aunt Beru, Aunt Beru? 's Padme? Who 's Padme?"
"It was a dream, go back to sleep, Child."
"Uncle Owen? I had a dream."
"What was it this time?"
"I dreamt there was a man made of metal."
"Ridiculous. Just nonsense dreams. Go back to bed, Luke."
"I had a dream old Ben was fighting in the Clone Wars."
"Why would you say a thing like that?"
"I dreamed it."
"Your dreams are improbable."
"I dreamed of a mask, and a man with black hair. Are they real, Uncle Owen?"
"No. Impossible. They're merely nightmares. Bed, now."
The child sat on the porch, staring as gusts of wind blew sand into the air. They swirled in the blue sky, circling in their all-to familiar and never-ending way. He hated the farms. They weren't even real farms. Just dust and ugly dirt and sweltering heat as far as anything could travel.
It was the same routine every day. Farm, the droids, the desert, and hardly any time to spend with his friends. He could keep his complaints to himself. He was well practiced in that. Maybe it was the hope that someday, he wouldn't be on this rock - he loved his aunt, and his uncle, but how much longer would things be so impossibly the same?
'Jedi don't have nightmares,' it whispered in his mind as a thousand voices, in a thousand different places and times across the universe and the time vortex and it was contained in his mind, a jeer and a mock.
***
"I dreamt again last night."
"Do not speak of it, my nephew."
Sleep, Child - it's merely an impossible dream,
Sleep, Child - and do as I said, forget it all -
Sleep, Child - and tomorrow you musn't daydream.
Sleep, Child - you shan't know when Darkness call.
Sleep, Little One – come light you'll face the desert storm,
Sleep, Little One – when sun falls, eat, drink and be merry -
Sleep, Little One - never let dark thoughts form,
Sleep, Little One - do not grow wary.
Sleep, dearest - you've felt it, a-lack-a-day.
Sleep, dearest - we gave it our best -
Sleep, dearest - we tried to hide you from it; and now we all shall pay.
Sleep, dearest - as night falls, so comes true test.
Wake, Dear - and hush, cry not -
Wake, Dear - quiet, you needn't scream -
Wake, Dear - you are the child for whom I fought.
Wake, Dear - I never meant for this.
"Ben... Ben, why didn't you tell me?"
"I'll not leave you here. I've got to save you."
"You already have, Luke."
It was just a dream,
A horrible dream,
Go to sleep, Child -
Rest, for the war sounds in the morning.
Something of a character-study-poem on Luke. Feedback is wonderful!