The Whisper of a Dream

Even in sleep, my imagination rages, refusing to quite itself to allow me a moments reprieve from thoughts, worries, horrors and more.  As a result, come morning, inspiration is provided, and I get to put pen to paper without too much difficulty.  Many of these little writes are the result of simple REM and for those who enjoy, I thank you 1000x~N

The Whisper of a Dream

A moment of peace as a pause is taken

To stare through the window

Into a flawless angel sky.

The shadows of marshmallow clouds

Dance on pristine fields

Golden and growing

Our bounty for the season to come.

Out of the blue it flashes

A streaming unnamed devil

Impact imminent

As peace turns to wonder, to awe

To disbelief, to fear

A crowd gathers

And a hush fills the air

The distance great,

But still

Mother Earth tremors

As the blinding brilliance fades

And a mushroom grows

Smothering the angel sky.

The sun is outshone

As Mother folds in upon herself

Swallowing the proof of her children

A final judgement

Applied to all.