Post by Wolf on Feb 27, 2004 20:03:58 GMT -5
I wrote this poem within moments of my finishing the pencil drawing " Dream Mists "... (the drawing is in Artistic Vision) - the poem and the drawing are but two different views of but one aspect within my being...
Dream Mists
...for my dreams
It waits...
Starless night, damp cold winds...
A hint of something waiting, watching
deep in the darkness...
Faint movement - swirling, slowly swirling mists
covering all, moving if as possessed
of an Alien cold mind...
Hints of forms, misty shapes half-seen, then gone...
Here a twisted branch, there a blasted stump--
The dimly glowing mists swirl, spiral, coalesce...
A reptilian flow, sinuous, coldly aware -
The one beyond dreams and time looks back
through its chilling eyes of glowing mist,
the razor claws and teeth poised to tear
and shred that which only dream mists can touch--
the living soul...
A baleful knowing glare, awareness; cold, alien
watchfulness freezing me where I stand;
chilling mists swirling around me, encompassing me
and the reptilian watcher... linked, one...
Slowly, it dissolves back into the mists from which
it formed - `till all that remains are the cold mists...
But -
It is still there, still watching...
waiting
© T. GhostWolf Davidson, April 4, 1995
