In Dreams 35 Poem by DM W

In dreams, I observe the brief shadow plays of youth.
I hear remnants of laughter and birdsong
Streaming freely through a doorway:
Leading back to a summer I vaguely remember.
In dreams, I feel the beating heart
Of the universe and sometimes I see
The biblical scenes at fabled Eden unfolding
And replaying. They seem so deeply embedded
In the fabric of time. I hear psalms and hymns
That praise the Light, but speak of a scarred world
And the inevitable decay of green ages.
I hear temptation's whispers on the wind.
They're as sweet as the sound of Sirens:
Reclining On the rocks, yet laden with doom.
In dreams, I hear the lamentations of willow trees
And angels as the wounded skies darken.
In dreams, I sense the presence of a myriad
Suffering things crying out for redemption.