“Answers, but Taunting”

Well, I asked for answers
and I guess I got them in this dream
strewn in succession from you, to me
however not in cohesion
None of the words made sense
and I couldn't comprehend your meaning, so
I wondered if you'd somehow gone crazy,

For a moment, anyway...

Yet the last line I heard loud and clear;
It was a statement of validation
loyalty held to a promise
for a faithful declaration
made so long ago.
Thank you, my Love.

And in the next scene:

Myself I am sitting stiff in a chair,
in the center of a helicopter pad on the same
place where I was visiting you above
yet this scene isn't peaceful -
it's taunting & fearful, menacing, even.

Helicopter's circling me as I sit stiff
holding myself firm, not just in position,
but in thought, and in seeming astral projection
as well...

Circling and taunting,

jaunting
straight at me at times, shooting
straight above or below me, to barely miss me
yet still and firm I held, refusing to budge, refusing
to run and hide, despite my fear.

I was strong and firm in body,
strong and silent in mind.

At this point I realize
I'm not just dreaming...
I'm having an experience that is real
It's answering my questions;
It's showing me things I've wanted to know.

And so I hold tightly to my chair
fighting to keep my astral there.
I hold tight with all my might
expecting to continue this perilous fight
in hopes of receiving even more answers.
More moments of connection
with you.

Until my consciousness
takes the reigns
and declares something else more supreme;
at least for the time being.
Sleep, it seems, has won the fight,

until I can once again regain
the consciousness and astral reigns
of this being known as me.

This sleeping being inside of me
that holds the answers to my heart
inside my dreams;
please come into my daily world
and shed a light for me there, as well,
illuminating allies of my soul
that only you, my heart can know.

~*~
12/09/06


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