Dreams have a powerful energy that can distort our perception of time. How often have we dreamt something only to have it happen? Was it already on our minds? Or did the event follow so closely on the dream that we confused the order? Or are we prescient? When the mind perceives itself, who knows what is real.
On a cold and wintry mountain top
I look below and see
My mother and my daughter
Caught tight, they cannot flee.
They reach for me to save them
The rock is giving way
Only one is in my power
One I must betray.
There’s no more time to think about
My decision, I understand
The rock splits loud and sharp,
I catch my daughter’s hand.
My mother now is growing small
Silently she falls away
As if she knows I had no choice
Once more she has no say.
I awake in soaking bed sheets
Dripping the shame I feel
I cannot sleep at all now
The dream is far too real.
And then the phone is ringing-
A call to notify,
“Your mother passed away last night.
Will you come to say goodbye?”
My vision is now cloudy
At sunrise the sky is gray
Somewhere in the passing night
I lost the light of day.