On the other side of dream

The right side of being. Alone. In the midst of heavens. Unknown. For the world is inside my arms. My dreams. The night. The daylight. The screams that so often run through my thoughts. My mind. Force of will, seeking the death for peace and calm. I am here, now. Silent in my runnings. Throughout the days. Throughout the hours. I trickle and fade. As the sun slips away. From the time inside of me. I feel the weight around me. The gravity holding me. In the clutches, that we call,our fate. No one will be left, when the world wakes from its dream. Dreaming up a world. Of anger and shame. No one will walk, on the ground I stand. For the dreams are madness. The dreams are serene. In a temptation, that cannot be held. In a life that cannot be sold. My dreams are drifting. The shades are shifting. Intense in the waves of speech. The way I carry myself about. I know. I know. I've let everyone down. And I am running on. Trying to find my way around. To redeem myself. In shame. I do not know the names or places. Of whom I am trying to find. So please. Please be kind. To me. Share a moment. Let me release what I need. The chains that bind. The weight that damns me. To all. In condemnation, I do speak. Waiting for the weeks to pass. Forgiveness, to walk through the door. That I stand here now, before. Silence strangles me. In the moments where I believe, that I can do nothing. Be nothing. Without you. In the cast of the mirror. Shadows are alive to know. In a darkness, lingering. To engulf my heart. And so I fall. Deeper. Down. Deeper still. In the rains and gutters, I flow. Gathering. Soaking. Saturating. My being. My self. For there is no reason to look back. To search for you there. In my dreams, the randomness. The chaos. Drives me And in the images, I find you. Driving with me. In a car. Down a street, that only runs through me. And I want to reach out. Break the tension. Find a reason, to end, the years I've spent broken. In my heart. Here in this car. Rolling on. In a dream, that does not seem to be a reason. Only a chance meeting. Where my thoughts collide, with my consciousness, burning alive. In my thoughts. Fueling my dreams. What I feel, no longer seems to make any sense. And as I write this now, I often ask myself, 'why?" Why in the questions, recurring through my heart, does the images of a lover, come back to kindle a spark. A love that has so long ago died. In the embers. In the flames The rains came soon after, to quell, the fires. That once, burned so bright. And I am... I have moved on. On toward a tomorrow. Where there is more beauty in song. To be found. Playing my heart. In my soul. My being, at last, returns to a warmth. That soothes the years gone by. The heartache. That bellowed down, from the dark grey skies. And now, I can find myself driving on. On a road to nowhere. Trying to find somewhere, I might belong.