(February
3, 2013)
In my dreams I will
awake
Awake three times
before I die
And awake once more
before the rise
Of the bread of
Jesus Christ
In my dreams I
travel far
From the beaches of
my youth
Into worlds not
heard by time
Or the sunsets passing
by
Flying above the
chimney tops
Over mountains,
trees, and frozen thoughts
Through glass walls
of sharp debris
That shatter and
cut into me
Although I fell
three times before
A wingless bird
will fall once more
Into hell and
deeper still
Into caverns borne
by ill
But as I die I will
awake
My dreams will blur
the real from fake
And in the comfort
of my bed
I will not know if
I am dead
