Revelation Dreaming
Bleeding on paper Sometimes it just needs to get out, to be written, to bleed onto paper. This poem bled onto paper after a vivid dream!
Dream or Warning. Reality or Fantasy.
Have you ever awaken from a dream that leaves you in shock, shaken, and still mentally there? It replays over and over again, your own questions echoing in your head. Sometimes there is no answer or explanation and sometimes, the answer was there the whole time.
Have you ever had a dream that leaves you in a daze all day, sometimes even longer? Have you ever asked yourself was that a dream, a memory, a warning, a vision, or all imagined.
This dream was such for me, a dream I could not shake. So, I did the only thing I could do. I grabbed pen and paper, and scribbled down the words burning inside.
Determine for yourself Dear Reader, the meaning.....
The Fall of the Rebel Angels
The Dream
I feel myself wavering
Caught in a tug of war
A battle of wits
A score to settle all scores
In the beginning of a world war
I know what is in store
My human heart trembles
My spirit body says
Do not be afraid
Do not fear
Though the end is near
Here is not here
Let my fingers do your bidding
Let my words write to inform
This world is bendable
This world is under form
Formation new
Formation old
Toss it out
Like toxic mold
We can not be ready
We can not prepare
Not here
Not there
Not anywhere
I cry, I pray
I beg and plead
Why must so many bleed
Then I hear a voice say
I'm sorry it must happen this way
For things to be new
On heaven and earth
There first must come
Cleansing and rebirth
In one final, fighting shudder
My eyes grow heavy
I drift in slumber
© 2018 Ashly Christen