'Twas early Monday morn'
the night was not yet through.
The waking day had yet to call;
my dreams were all I knew.
And there she was, with me;
we two, again a pair.
We chatted like in times gone by,
our feelings we did share.
We talked about the days
which faced us 'round the bend.
She seemed receptive to the thought:
together, these we'd spend.
There was some tone of doubt;
for guidance she did grope.
But she was open to the thought.
I felt the pull of hope.
How far from what had been
the recent status quo
when she'd been lost completely
causing me a state of woe.
So sudden seemed that break!
So unexpected, too.
And while I tried to make ammends
she'd found somebody new!
She cut our ties becuz'
her newfound state of bliss
made any life she'd known before
unworthy next to this.
But something, now had changed;
she felt a pull once more
to give our love another chance;
a light shone through the door.
She hesitated, yes
but, lo at least now she
was open to the prospect of
a life including me.
So there we were, in sync;
all barriers were gone.
The future still was murky
but much hope, this scene did spawn.
Then quickly she announced
she'd chose a course to take;
"Let us make love--today--right now!"
So clearly, thus she spake!
It seemed to me the path
had been selected, chose;
my soul then beamed with happiness
from head down to my toes.
Then suddenly my sleep
decided to conclude.
My eyes could see the day had brought
a wakening quite rude!
And one which seemed so cruel;
That scene, the day did steal!
The hope I felt was true inside;
its cause though was unreal.
What good was this new day?
So far it seemed, 'twas none!
The world I'd known a minute back
was far the better one!
I wished to reunite
to that which I'd just known;
the present world was dreary--empty--
I was all alone!
But what I'd known was gone!
except within my head;
and there it was so clear and sharp
as I lay in my bed.
Or was that world--Yes! real?
And this condition one
I'd soon find I'd awaken from
and this ordeal'd be done!
What's real? What is a dream?
My mood was now forlorn!
...was not a good way to wake up
to meet this Monday morn.
I tossed and turned a while
and pulled the covers high.
I longed for some serenity;
I struggled with the: WHY???
The minutes marched by still...
I slowly vowed to rise.
I tossed the blanket and got up;
my bed was full of lies!
My mood was very blue
throughout that morn's routine;
but though my soul was tarnished
all the outside, I got clean.
I slapped my cap atop
my crop of silver-grey;
I grabbed the leash--a tail then wagged;
and we were on our way.
The air inside my house
was ghost filled--haunted--cursed!
And when we left some clung
so in a cloud I was immersed!
A burden great, I held.
I strained from all this weight.
It was so much to carry forth;
and would it e'er abate?
But when outside I stepped,
the air was warm and bright.
My load was still attached but now
it seemed a bit more light.
We walked along the trail
which looped the little pond.
The demons dropped, they fell away
as if touched by a wand.
...Got lighter with each step;
the setting brought such peace;
there was so much to bring delight;
more baggage found release.
And then the climax came;
the bold finale Grande;
a scene of wonder now appeared;
a gift by God's own hand.
Two swans, the water held,
angelic and snow white.
I stood and watched the pond's new guests;
it was an awe-filled sight!
So tranquil was the scene;
the calmness captured me.
I now was bathed in peace and filled
with such serenity.
I pondered this fine state;
...could feel His loving touch.
The present was so soothing; I felt
cared for very much.
How far from when I'd first
awoke to meet the day.
But maybe it is good to grasp
that things will be OK.
Each minute's not unflawed;
there is a need for rain;
there never was a life devoid
of trouble, grief and pain.
But these states Yea! do pass.
And if we can, this sense,
it helps us reach the other side;
to struggle o'er the fence.
And though the climb might seem
a mountain, huge indeed.
A focus on a single step
can be the start we need.
That first step might seem hard
and thinking 'bout the next
might just seem too unbearable;
one hence becomes perplexed!
But sometimes just the first
is all that, grasp we can;
the rest gets done as if there's been
an unseen helping hand.
And this is sure what seemed,
that Monday, to take place.
I woke and felt such loss and pain
but soon there came God's grace.
(in my Dreams)
