A Dream I Had Once

LOST IN AN ILLUSION

 I travel down a dark tunnel.
I walk backwards so that I don’t see,
What is in front of me.
I look behind,
Feeling a warm presence,
A light tap of a hand on my shoulder.
I turn and for the first time,
Look.
I see you.
A misty ghost of a being,
You hold in your hand a simple bud.
You hand it to me and it blooms into a lovely rose.
I reach out to touch you,
To share the rose with you,
But you dissipate and fade towards the end of the tunnel.
I see light at the end and begin to run towards it.
I run until I can’t run anymore,
But the light never gets closer.
I look closely at it and find it is only a small sparkle

dangling on a string.
I follow the string and find you above me.
A single tear courses down my cheek as the rose wilts and dies,
Becoming dry and breaking to dust in my hands.
I look up again hoping to see you,
But you are gone.
I look down the tunnel towards the end,
Then turn and begin walking backward again.