The Dream
copyright ©1995 by Stephen Craig
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The word moved softly over the surface of my soul
as if it was the air caressing
the darkened features of my gaze.
And so I turned,
and opened up my eyes
to find the dream:
"The sun was shining softly
on the colored windows
where I used
to piece the broken glass together
when the rain had gone
and the sun was shining softly.
But its raining on me now,
and the glass is falling slowly
through my bleeding fingers,
while I stand
to watch the rainbows fall
beside the stillness
of the falling rain.
And I turned to look to you,
as I tried
to tie my words together
softly in my mind.
But the world dissolved in darkness
before my closing eyes,
and I lost myself again
to the stillness
of the falling glass,
the rain,
and sleep."
I embraced the dream
as the Sun embraced the endless horizon!
But I was doomed to fail,
as the Sun was doomed
to be extinguished by the night.
For there are no words I can use
to give you an endless warmth of understanding.
My words are futile shadows,
cast before the fleeting grandure,
doomed to fade
on the silent fading
of the evening Sun.
But I hear the stars whisper
and I must obey!
I open up my eyes and look above.
I see the truth cannot be hidden from our eyes.
It does not matter how long we try to hold them closed.
For the stars will shine forever in our minds
as they stand so far apart from all we know.
I lay my weary soul
upon that distant line
that separates this silence
from the stars so far away,
and yearn to lift my words above the walls
that keep my thoughts from you.
I pray to see the purpose
of the way things seem to be,
though I know the answer
may be something that I never comprehend.
But I hear the stars whisper,
and I must obey!
I raise my eyes above to touch the silver tears,
and trace the twisted fabric of our lives
deep into the chasm of the sky!
So thus I know that God is near.
He knows the measure of our lives.
And yet He holds our fabric close,
for He hears our anguished cry.
So the stars still whisper softly
at the surface of my soul,
leading us back from the paths of Aries
that pulled us far away
from where we really want to be.
And I lay my weary soul
upon the silent land
that separates us more
than we could ever know,
and gather silver stars together in my mind,
to keep and give to you.
But the stars dissolve in darkness
before my closing eyes,
as I loose myself again
to the stillness
of the falling glass,
the rain,
and sleep.