It’s filled with souls, just too many to count.
Living and gone, existence some renounced.
Future and past tense, noise sounded, announced
for reality teeters and surmounts.
It’s a dream thing, remembering feelings
that fill the heart, and sends the head reeling.
It’s a dream thing, seeing faces of loved
ones that gone for now, far, far, far, above.
A dwelling of kindred my eyes beheld
with heart breaks mounting as time ticked, and ebbed.
Emotions rained, tear drops filled flower beds;
still seconds lingered within me, and swelled.
It’s a dream thing, remembering faces
of those dear to my heart, and soul traces.
Within my mind I hear their words dally,
while the dream thing coalesces and rallies.
The guardian threatens to banish me
away from the gathering, in the trees.
It appears striped, and full of entreaties
that amuse and somewhat frightening me.
Copyright © 2015