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I wish it was a dream…

“Your memory feels like home to me.
So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it’s way back to you.”
― Ranata Suzuki

it was all a dream

Our beloved cat Ziggy-stardust was killed by a speeding car…
We are in disbelief right now

Sometimes late at night
I feel the intensity of grief,
as another star falls from the skies
and I’m transfixed
by the torment of darkness.

The unbearable tragedy of being
is all around me
creeping
spreading me out
into relentless weariness
and I’m dust
scattered and lost
bereft
forlorn
suffocating
abandoned.

I can hardly hold my balance
as a lamentable ache
invades
my memories.
A Longing
for one last touch
to feel you against me
your soft fragrance of life
wrapping me
in affection.

The groundlessness of sorrow
swallows me whole
again
my burnt flesh still tender from mourning.
I no longer hold onto faith
I am belief now,
belief in the tangible presence of unceasing love.
Credence
that leaves an impression
on my heart
and mind
a knowledge
that I’m not alone
in seas of terrible uncertainty.

and as the sun rises again on this dreadful heartache
I can hear the early birds
announcing
joyfully
“love never dies”

©AllysoAlly2018

Author:

I am an unknown introvert who desires to touch the world with a little bit of magic...

17 thoughts on “I wish it was a dream…

    1. Thanks Joan, it’s just another unbelievable event. Just lately we are surrounded by birds, as if they are trying to comfort us. A sweet robin came and sang to me this morning and 2 swallows perched on our porch today, something they never do. 🙂

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