Dream in staggered haunting reveals the image set in place,
repeats the message yet again, of something lost
… but what, is never shown or part revealed in shape,
yet comes to taunt and teach, of memory now tossed.
In time tied to forgetting and pain of ancient cost.
remembering is tangled and broken through the nights,
of something which has happened, left imprint on dark host;
yet huddles in the hidden realms of shadowed fright.
This loss is ever lingering and trailing through the years,
reality diluted, devoid of rigid thought or form
as something dark and awful, in shroud of unshed tears,
to wrap my dreams eternal, in torn, tormented cause.