Dreams of the Past

Pouring from behind my closed lids,
The rain falls in curtains.
The world is drenched in liquid diamonds,
And all my worries are carried away.
The moss feels like sponge beneath my bare feet,
And the small creatures are scurrying to find shelter.
Beneath my finger tips,
I feel the tree bark of an ancient Redwood.
Its skin is rough with knowing,
And I trace the patterns like one reads a book.
From sappling birth till current old age,
The times have passed in a never ending flow.
What some call a year,
It only sees as one day.
I envy its simplicity,
For the world is so complex that nothing can be trusted.

I walk deeper into the forest,
Until I meet with a mighty river.
Slowly but surely,
It is carving out a new line in the earth.
The water is finding its way back to its origin,
For every river leads to the ocean.
The sound of it rushing is almost tangible,
And I can make out its voice as cearly as a song.
All is one,
And one is all.
We may be isolated,
But we are never truly alone.
Our journey is never ending,
For all must find there way home.
I envy the river its conviction,
For the world I know is unstabble and in constant flux.

I float across th river,
And continue until I find a bear's den.
The mother is tending her cubs,
Not minding as they play on top of her.
Their black velvet fur is not matted,
But kept clean with constant care.
There bellies are no empty,
But kept full with the forest's bounty.
They have no cares other than each moment,
And I feel their warmth.
The world provides their needs,
So they may be happy with life.
The river gives them water,
And the food here is abundant.
There are no plans that can be destroyed,
For there is no need to plan.
I envy them their happiness,
For the world I know is a place where only sorrow grows.

I try to draw closer,
But the mother sees me and charges.
I run from that place,
With her at my back until I am far from the forest.
Here the sky is gray,
And the clouds red with toxins and flame.
Here the rivers are oil,
And only the rich have truly clean water.
Here the forests are gone,
And the world is all unfeeling metal.
Here the land is dead,
And survival means doing whatever it takes.
Here is not my dream,
Stolen from memories of the past.
Here is where I will die without a gas mask,
Or become some monstrous thing born of poisons.
Here is the world I know,
And here...
Here is the world I hate so much...