Back to back nights, everything was submerged in water
Breathing was easy
Movement was free
In this place finally nothing chased me
A world beneath the one above
Illuminated by purple flame in the distance of the abyss
Is this the place I can find my peace?
Running through corridors
No end in sight
Which door is it behind…
A face seen from afar
Stolen with a kiss
Mansion set atop a cliff engulfed by wind, rain and storm
Someone lurking in the sea watching
Lightning pierces through the cliff face into the ocean rending it to nothing
A lower level of the building revealed, sunken and thought lost
Inside conflict among people numbering three
Death, surrender and power revealed
Steeping out in to the rain I fly away
Heading towards something I can see but can’t make out
Lightning strikes again
Time to wake up
A dream about a dream.
It was all familiar, it had all happened before even tough it was not a dream I had experienced before, yet clearly I had because as each scene unfolded the déjà vu only resonated more.
The same golden hair, sapphire eyes and pale skin was so close I could physically feel their embrace.
Every other temptation within my grasp; money, freedom, power and rage.
They all meant nothing.
Who is this muse as they are one of three who constantly visits and what do they want from me?
If only I could remember each detail I’m sure I’d have the answer for that which I seek.
The hands of rage reached out in to the abyss
It was I that they found reaching back
Thing hold rage I did become
Rendering the world to shadows & dust
Finally resting atop the throne of destruction beneath me
I smiled alone in the dark
I walked and walked and walked the dreams expanse
There was nothing but void
What seemed like an eternity passed
Then there it was
A brief flash of light and everything was revealed
Each and every answer I sought from my subconscious
Vivd and vibrant when I awoke it faded rapidly
So cruel to be give all the answers only to have them slowly vanish from memory every minute that passes
Some truths are not meant to be known for long or remembered
What was it I saw
The memory is nothing now
That was new
A key that opened all the doors, simple unassuming and easy to miss
I recognise it though
A key in a dream unlocking doors in the real world
That was new