A Love Dream Turned Nightmare Poem by James Dionne

Please note: These poems I use are of my best quality writings from my Myspace, so enjoy!

All the sky was colored the hue of blue.

My pillow lie with sequins, rather white than black, the colors that lack.

The time lay wake at six-seventy; but how could that be?

I look on the other side of the bed, a girl with hair of light red.

A smile bears on her face, dressed in cotton and lace.

I smile back but who is she? My eyes blurred, I couldn't see.

I walk out my bedroom door, the air was timid and there were children on the floor.

I grab a rose and stare, the sun cornered in my eye with a glare;

I wonder, 'What is this land? ', and that girl with pink hair grabs my hand.

She recalls my name, and for but a moment, my mind is tame.

I listen to her, a hug full of warmth and love - so soft is she, like a dove,

the one in the sunlit sky - she'd soar oh so high.

Then something goes wrong, the sounds stop their song.
The birds stop chanting their calls, the Tree of the North cracks and falls.

The girl is swept away by some force, I try to scream; my voice grows coarse.

I yell, 'not again - do not go! ', and again doth the weather cry snow.

She vanished from my eye, and I kneel down with a weep and cry.

The sounds grow violent and dark, my shadow fades and goes stark.

The sky again grows red, the plants dry and became unfed.

I awaken from this dream, turned nightmare after the gleam.

I wish she'd come back, because this dream continues its attack.

Night after night, the light grows dark and good becomes blight.

But sometimes I feel my aura grew, when I was with you.

My words can't ever become cleared, when the love we shared disappeared.