dream

Serene

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Show me someone standing strong
Strained against the shame and sorrow
not slighted by the silent song.
Show me someone stronger still
Steadiness and iron will
A stormless serene symbol
of the smashed and shattered souls

©2015 Alex Hicks

Part IV: Illusions of the Moon

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Part I: Voice of an Angel
Part II: Dreamers Vice
Part III: Return to the Dream
Part IV: Illusions of the Moon
Part V: Beneath the Cherry Tree
Part VI: Face of an Angel
Part VII: The End of a Dream
Part VIII: Echoes

 
Sleep came like rain
Steady pouring down
I slipped into my dreamland
And cried at what I found.
 
The dream had changed itself
Nothing was the same
Where once I heard her voice
Instead silence came.
 
The ice plains I had loved
With a single rose
Had melted into wasteland
Where now nothing grows.
 
Walls of the city loft
Had crumbled to the ground
Where once there had been people
There now was not a sound.
 
The lush green arctic forest
Had now been set ablaze
And the wind the whispered calmly
Whipped harshly at my face.
 
The cliff above the sea
Where her tears had softly shed
Was now no more than stones
The beauty gone and dead.
 
It was then she spoke again
as snow began to fall
I called to her for comfort
She did not heed my call.
 
Instead she sang of beauty
In everything I saw
She sang of flicking fire
As I looked on in awe.
 
She sang of rocky shores
Where once my cliff had stood
And as she was reciting
I know I understood.
 
She sang of vast expanses
Filled with dry cracked dirt
And sang how this had helped me
Free myself from hurt.
 
She sang of buildings falling
and how time passes by
And how if I’m to find her
All I must do is try.
 
©2012 Alex Hicks

Part III: Return to the Dream

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Part I: Voice of an Angel
Part II: Dreamers Vice
Part III: Return to the Dream
Part IV: Illusions of the Moon
Part V: Beneath the Cherry Tree
Part VI: Face of an Angel
Part VII: The End of a Dream
Part VIII: Echoes

 
I had the dream again
Of the voice with no face
No body for to hold
No lips for me to trace.
 
The voice was angelic
The echos came like sleep
The calming of her talking
Secrets I can keep.
 
She told me not to worry
She’d find me someday soon
I listened to intently
To the whispers of the moon.
 
It wasn’t very long
My dream this time around
I woke before the sunrise
To not a single sound.
 
My dreams are still my home
My escape from every day
I wish it were reality
That I could just stay.
 
She said she was looking
For one to call her own
I called out my love for her
But I am still alone.
 
The light of day was blinding
When I awoke the sun
But still I will hold hope
One day we will be one.
 
©2012 Alex Hicks