In Dreams

By Ian Fiedalan

You walk fast down the hall;
There, you, soul begs to the dark,
Asking for light, let it beckon your weary;
Your crying like child hides your fierce;
Bereft of dignity, like famine.

I come to you in dreams.
And witness the tears feed flakes of skin;
Of lips shiver the utter cold-
Resembling the fate of bleeding feet,
Bespeaks of your affair:

To travel and forget the ruin;
Build a fine stone to protect your tender;
To sail your ship and cross the Atlantic;
Fly like crane and adore the southern mountain;
All In dreams.

I come to see you..
But I lose sight of you.
Dreams.
(c)2010