Pixabay With filter rinses
The Wind and the Sea …
I had a dream,
That gave me a fright,
For twas not as it seemed,
At first when it came through,
to my mind.
Twas something else entirely to begin with.
But of late, l have been experiencing mares of the night,
Terrors that float in and out of my dreams,
None of which are as they seem?
I see and hear what l wish not to,
Are these premonitions from yesterday,
Or today or indeed tomorrow?
Who knows but each and all end in sorrow!
From within my mind.
Last night, twas quite the worst,
My life ended and l travelled in an earthen hearse,
To where l know not,
For l awoke, but not forgotten was,
The troubles of the night afore …
Still l am uneasy from when and if before?
We were once people …
We were hunted…
We were dead …
We were decaying …
We were gone.
So when it is all said and done,
The wind and the sea will be alone,
For earth and it’s people will be gone.
Doth the gift speak?
© Rory Matier 2019