Lucid Dream

I’m sure I reached out to you
There on the horizon
Words spilled from my tongue
Sonic whispers of many voices
In languages unknown to me

I’m sure you heard me
Ten thousand miles away
Your body facing away from me again
I could feel your grin of satisfaction
Explaining how many deaths must one person die.

My body portal-ed to face you
Over waves of torrential rage
The deluge of clouds
Left tracks on your face
Streams of lost hope

Lightning smacked relentlessly
And wind swept through your hair thick as the loom
Pushing it sideways in slow motion
You were facing down
Then slowly looked up towards me
Eyes black, empty

I’m sure I reached out to you in the pounding rain
But could not traverse the growing chasm
Now between us.
We both knew,
The chasm would consume us.

Eyes locked
I felt your grin of satisfaction
My future on the edge of the waterfall
Holding on to a semblance of self worth
I couldn’t understand
How you were at peace

The storm receded
You, still at its center
It would always be like this for you, wouldn’t it?
I stood silent on the edge
Watching you fade away
My lips mouthing my confusion
How many deaths must one person die?
How many deaths must one person die?

(2) 12″x12″ Oils on canvas – inspired by a dream, by a lifetime