Saturday, June 16, 2012

Dream Walker

I walk and run through dreams at night, when all
The world is asleep, all a fright; a sense,
A chill that runs up my spine makes me fall
Upon the ground, upon the leaves so dense.
Thick they call me, without reality,
Up in the clouds where there is no air to
Breathe; such a contradiction I do see,
For in their reason I find another clue
As to why they don't like seeing any
Man come close to the heavens through such images
As are conjured up, imagined, so free.
Thus do I turn about in dream churches,
Fearing the mob that follows me at night,
While ministering to others with light.

                     Dream Walker, (c) Luke Bennette, June 2012

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