Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Dream

Last night, I awoke from a dream
I dreamed my life was a lie
Like nothing that I've ever known
What was life before death arrived?

I dreamt of the things men were never meant to see
A snake on the ground and a rose veiled in thorns
I ate of the fruit and I drank of the spring
All I wanted, I long for no more

I whispered in the ear of a gun
"Please, let me go."
I opened my eyes and my brother was dead
His blood was on my head

We were loved just the same, but I envied his name
Death now seeks me out, and I've no one to blame
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Nerves thought to be steel have begun to rust

I asked her to bring me more wine
But all she brought was more blood
Thirst is not known to be wise
I drank it all to find it was mine

I burned down the bridge and I shot my own horse
I cannot find shelter from my own remorse
If I could only remember the day that death died
The day it hung from a tree, why didn't I cry?

How can one remember over all the noise?
Volume clouds judgment;
Intensity substance
Turn it down
"Be still..."

Today, I awoke from a dream
I dreamed that I was alive
Like nothing known before
I remember the day that death died

I dreamed of the things men had forfeit to see
The smile of the earth, the face of the Maker
I can eat of the fruit and drink from the spring
More than I need, I can ask for no more