The Burning Dream - Poem by Patrick Dumas
I awoke in a dream with pure consciousness,
and took a walk down to the stream of loneliness.
There was a woman there
with scarlet fire hair,
singing her song of kindness.
“Oh, hello there,
do not despair,
for soon you will wake
and this will all be behind us.”
I put my fingers to her lips
in a plea for a kiss,
for it was the stream that now bound us.
She caught my eyes
with hers of viridescent surprise-
filled with tears that ran to the stream,
granting her sight into my dream.
The skies, reflective of her eyes,
cast rain upon us in strides.
I asked why she cried
she told me love is not blind,
though our hearts we try to hide
if we wait too long, we'll be left behind.
She led me to the forest,
which I knew was not for us.
Yet, she ran inside,
as I cautioned in my stride
For the forest is vast, and easy for one’s mind to wander.
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