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Poem by: Penelope Garenther

Summary

Dreams are the terror of the night, but dreams can also be the calm saviour of the night aswell.
Dreams are our minds playing a movie as we sleep.

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Submitted: July 30, 2009

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Between the clouds came a light that gleamed with a heavenly brightness. From it came humans, but they were perfect beings. With white feathery wings protruding from their upper backs and faces that were angelic and glowed with a brightness you no longer saw on earth.
Knowing what they were I fell to my knees, begging to take away this dream and all the others that haunted my resting mind. To throw them into the grim wells that sat in the ground, beyond the circle where the last remnant of peace and harmony laid. 
It was beyond the hills and past the windmills that stopped moving long ago over the waves that sway and crash in tune with the world's mood, to the place where lovers whisper sweet words and the screeches of black birds drown out their serenade.
It was a place known as the pond of evil. Where from that came from which the demons spawn and the very place where Pandora’s Box was cracked open. Releasing all of its horrid secrets to roam the earth for eternity and releasing its wickedness, letting it spread like a shadow across our world. This place has become cold from the inside out. When the heart was warm and when the world was at ease, those were the times I remember and wish were still here. The music that used to soothe us into a sweet slumber have become the ghosts of our happy pasts. Now the only music that will play is found in a young happy soul.
The men with the wings looked down upon the tainted ground with a sympathetic look with lips that shaped a grim line across a smooth face, and eyes that held a secret I yearned to know.  I sobbed on the ground begging for a better dream. One hand lifted me up and walked me through the nightmares that were continued throughout my lifetime. I cringed, wanting to run away from it all.
“No more reminders, please I beg you.” My past. Was what I dreamt of every now and then. They appeared around us like a collage never ceasing, emphasizing every minute detail. I screamed for peace, my voice echoed all around us. The winged man held my hand and continued walking all the while gently tightening his grip in a way of comfort.
I looked up once and saw the pale light of something glowing in front of us. Inside of me I could feel my heart make a flip, can this be it? Can this be the way out? I wondered, the light illuminated our path and grew brighter as we neared it. We reached it, the winged man smiled and let go giving me a small push.
On the other side was the beauty that I needed and wanted. The green grass, the light blue sky, and the feel of joy wrap around me. Giving me the goosebumps and tears of joy that ran down my face, I didn’t look back into the tangle of darkness. I walked towards a field of grass with the aroma of flowers in the air. I laid myself down and let my tense body loosen and drift off into a deep slumber….
The alarm next to my bed screamed for me to wake, I slapped the snooze button and laid there content with dream I had.
 


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Dreams are the terror of the night, but dreams can also be the calm saviour of the night aswell.
Dreams are our minds playing a movie as we sleep.

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