The Summer of Dreams

I hear a sudden shatter as I awake.

My family’s portrait had fallen on the floor in my sleep.

My window opens, reveling the summer.

What nightmare had I lived in my slumber?

Pain of love, the joy in hate, how can I contemplate?

I couldn’t stand those feelings,

those horrible thoughts.

I sit at my window

to look upon the beach. This is a wonderful place.

I am saved from the heat by a cool breeze on my face.

I close my eyes to feel the rush of the wind.

But my dreams come back,

but just for a second.

The cries of the hungry, the rage of the hating;

A war and fear they are all twirling.

I hear a fearful voice crying over machines and beeps.

“Wake up! Oh please wake! Please come back to me!”

Louder and louder I kept trying to open my eyes

To come back to reality and look at the summer sky

I heard a shatter and I was able to open my eyes

My best friend’s portrait had fallen from my Arms.

I looked back out to the beach

a single seagull above

so calm

so peaceful.

I stare across the white sand onto the sea.

I set my eyes on the sea unmoving,

undisturbed.

I felt like I stared out for almost all of time.

I hear the light waves on the shore

and I am without pain.

I felt free

yet I knew nervously something was wrong.

I felt tired all the sudden

but afraid to close my eyes.

I went to the bed to rest awhile but not allow myself to dream.

I thought I heard others crying as I looked upon the sky.

Then everything went black

all numb

as I started to fly.