The Dream

I wrote this a while ago and found it the other day. It's quit an intresting piece that doesn't make all that much sense but it sort of makes you think.

The Dream

I keep having this dream.

I am on a hill, it's perfectly green with a red poppy in the centre, this poppy is the only life I can see for miles; but then out of no where, like she fell from the sky, a little girl in a white dress and a teddy bear will pick the poppy. She will look at me, never taking her eyes of me; all you can do is look deeper into them and see her past. A past of sadness and loss and like she knows wat I'm thinking she will cry a single tear. Then I fall into her tear.

The green hill is gone, I'm in a world of blue: water. My body has gone numb but my mind still works, still thinking so I know what's happening. There's an angel sleeping within me that's slowly waking up and when she wakes, then my mind sleeps and my body sinks.

The angel places orange roses by me in the aqua blue. Then she floats to the surface where her white wings unfold and she leaves me there, to sleep. While the new life of her takes to flight.

Then I wake, with orange roses by my grave.