in a dream

[eternal_tristan]

the water has risen into the bogs
tree trunks standing.
staring down to find my face
reverberating through the deep still waters
I gaze down examining myself
light beams racing across the meadows
the rails stretch on for ever
along the disintegrating trussell
my thoughts blow across the waters
I am safe but this moment is crumbling

where has our passion gone?
has our imagination been lost
in a cave?
forgotten behind a stone?

I hear feathers falling like rustling leaves
and rain.
Is the world weeping?
can I wake from this dream
to be amongst so many strangers
searching faces
for a shred of truth?
we know we must kill to live.

we follow the path down the trimmed bushes
into the underground passages
freshly painted with patterns of thoughts, lost lovers
forgotten faces
they were gathered here for you
for this terminal journey

Ceremony of lovers, laughing out loud
tell us... where are you feathers?

Down deep in the earth,
she pulled a thread from the foot of a crow.
her eyes were sharp.
she heard the laughter of the philosophers.
god made us kill.
he made us as killers.
was it punishment?
or is it a truth to keep us sober?