I
slept and dreamt I was in a spell, and fell into darkening well.
Or
did I float and rise into that inky ether where the stars reside?
In
a ship with billowing sails I rode
Past
the Moon, and stars, beyond the wheel within which they strode.
A
land unknown was shown to me, a land of beauty, but hard as stone.
Here
great evil’s trumpet did resound, I ran until I fell to ground.
Flight
or fight? I took my stand. Would I live or die? I could not tell.
The
painful battle was a bloody hell, that pushed me to a darkening well.
Into the pit I fell, and fell, sure that I was soon to die.
At
length I rose into a star filled sky.
Where
a single dove was passing by.
Upon
her wings of velvet snow, she led me to a land where naught but love did grow.
My
hurts healed, by fever calmed, by lips as soft as the light of dawn.
From
my dreaming I awoke, at the light of the accursed sun did I look.
--MG
