Hollow is the mind as you shut out the night
Images drift in as visions across the screen as you fight
The torments of a soul suspended within the illusion
As you twist and turn in the jungle of confusion
Darts of blame
Spears of flames
Arrows of truth piercing the layers
As they burn into your soul, sending out prayers
To all who would listen
Hark, Hear that? As tears glisten
Rolling down, they fall through time
Tasting their salty brine
The silence echoes back across the void
What is this world in which we’ve toyed?
This Garden of Eden in which we play
Why do we destroy and cause so much dismay?
The Visions erupt clear and sharp
Each one like a new thrown dart
You erase them, scrubbing them clean
Your mind the blackboard…… the screen
You take up the chalk and in Big Letters you write
There is only one answer for this world ..
A common theme, a running thread
To pull together all pounding in my head
Nations against nation Man against Beast
I see it all as the story is unleashed
And as the Hollow is filled with thought
The restless mind in-between Worlds is caught
Seeing the Visions of Natures wrath
And all who will suffer along her path
Is it any wonder as I twist and turn
The Visions of our future are of Peace I yearn
So close your eyes- close them tight
Hollow is the mind as you shut out the night.
© Sue Dreamwalker – 2012 All rights reserved.
The above poem I wrote after tossing and turning one night and as I always keep a journal at my bedside I often write my poems in the middle of a sleepless night.
While I endeavour to try to keep my mind as positive as possible, when we enter that zone of quiet time in-between waking and sleep, I often see then various visions play out across the screen of my mind. While some of these are I know are Dreams, often too I have had what I call a ‘Window’ open in front of me on the wall, and I am shown images within these screens which are so vivid I recall them in every detail..
These I call my Visions, for they are so much more than a dream.. At other times I am pulled backwards as if up and through myself as I travelled through the ceiling and was pulled into the cosmos as I viewed the planets and stars and I was then shown Earth.
Sometimes I am shown images which I feel are yet to come, While some are pleasant others are far from it. And some of these are what I wrote about within this poem. As I wished my mind would not see and be Hallow and empty. © Dreamwalker 2012 All rights reserved.