Rabid Poet

Rabid Poet
Rantings

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

dark Dream


Faces known from the past
In roles from hidden director
Searching for long lost keys
Nothing for them to fit
Lost inside a city's center
Trying to get to an unknown place
This block seems familiar
A house with no roof
Someone beckoning me in
Dark clouds drizzling rain
I look at her rain soaked hair
She smiles from across the table
Lightning strikes and flames rise
She continues to smile not moving
I gasp for air in rude awakening
And stare into a darkened reality