DREAMS

ALL THE NIGHTS I SPEND ALONE
WRITING ABOUT MY LIFE
THE QUIET THAT MAKES ME GROW DIM
AND LATELY I'M ALWAYS COLD

I SAY TO MYSELF
ONE DAY I WILL WRITE A POEM
A POEM THAT WILL RAISE MY SOUL AND FLY

ONE THAT WILL WASH AWAY
ALL THE MADNESS
THE FLOWS FROM ONE RIVER TO ANOTHER
FOR THE MAN THAT WILL
NEVER BE MY LOVER

ANGERS EATS AT MY LINING
CAUSING ME TO VOMIT UP
ANOTHER DREAM
WHO WILL BE MY SAVIOR?

CROWNED THORNS AND MIDNIGHT GLORY
BRUISED VIOLENT NIGHTS
STARS WILL NEVER SHINE
IN YOUR MIDST

AND I CALLED TO YOU BUT YOU DID NOT COME
SO THE RAIN BEAT UPON
MY NECK AND MY SHOULDERS
DROPS OF YOU RECEDED
AND THEN ROSE AGAIN

YOU COME TO MY SHORES
ENGULF ME ONLY TO RAPE AND PILLAGE
LEAVE ME FROZEN IN YOUR WINTER
TRAPPED IN ICE WAITING FOR THE THAW

TAKE ALL YOU CAN FROM ME
LEAVE NO TRACE
OTHER THAN ALGAE
STAINED SHORES

Demetria Wilson, 1999

(Painting is "Ophelia" by Arthur Hughes)