VISION IN THE NIGHT
Feeling floods my sleeping,
Stirring unheard sounds of weeping in my head.
Stimulated senses flow
a senseless stream of silent shapes and sightless sounds,
a misty reddish glow surrounds my bed.
I dream.
I scream!
Wrapped in the velvet darkness
of a cell that cannot be,
someone struggles motionless,
trying to be free.
Whirling ‘thru an endless void,
in a nightmare of despair,
trapped in a chamber of her mind,
I see me there.
Warm wet walls surround me,
throbbing in the night.
flashing thought connections explode outside my cell,
and bathe the inside of her brain,
I strain to fight,
as stressful tensions climb.
I yell, it seems
and soundless soulful screams resound
to echo ‘round the dungeon in her mind.
She does not hear.
I sigh,
and tremble at the feeling of her blood.
Fearful lest the fluid intermingling of our Minds
make her aware I am imprisoned there,
that we are trapped together
by the strangeness of a dream
that might be real.
Can this be real?
I feel her fears.
Fear of years, of time, the tears.
The agony of strife,
the pain of being wife instead of person.
The pounding heart that raced the clock,
that paced her search for meaning to a life
we could not share.
Hopeless darkness shrouds her eyes,
she does not feel me there.
Clinging walls deny me breath,
clicking seconds threaten death,
I pray.
Yet endless moments waste away,
hours to years press on,
suddenly all time is gone.
Waking in my lonely bed,
I know my dream of love is dead.
It died with me inside!
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Rhey W. Hedges, January 10, 1975
