In the dark hours of the night,
When the crystal moon sleeps,
And the stars have burned away,
Dreams take over my tired mind.
Dreams of places long forgotten,
And of people unremembered.
Plagued by shadows of faces,
And places hidden in grey haze.
Haunted by a past not my own,
The images flash before my eyes.
A gentle voice calls out my name,
Then fades away in the shadows,
Not even waiting for a response.
The voice is somehow familiar,
An echo of someone long departed.
A beautiful woman stands before me,
Her image clear as she moves closer,
She gently touches her lips to mine,
Then moves away into the shadows,
She looks back sadly then She's gone,
I can almost remember her,
But the shadows have taken my mind,
And the sun wakes me from the past.
Note: This piece was written after trying a past life regression meditation. These were images that danced through my mind at the time. I still don't know who the woman was and I don't care to find out. I also found it somewhat interesting that the poem itself takes on the shape of a chess piece, a rook, one that can only move in straight lines. Perhaps it means something, perhaps not.
