"Dream's Diatribe - Waking's Praise" (Entry 424)

I woke up crying. 

From a dream, 

in which you were... 

lost. 

Not 'un'found. 

Lost to me - no longer around. 

(Prepared for ground.)

Can't say - nor scribe - the words. 

Though you know

My meaning

Of this keening. 

They wept and wailed. 

I watched them wail and weep. 

I stood before gathered crowd. 

You - I'm proud, but not of them. 

I bit and clawed and chewed them out. 

Told them all, without a doubt,

Of each mistake and disservice recorded,

With each word, it's you, 

It's you, I applauded. 

In the end, an audience shocked, knowing their woes from wrongs. 

A lament of venom. Poisoned songs.  

I woke up crying.

Devastated. 

(In seeing you, my fears abated.) 

Though I reel and break apart,

The scene unbidden which broke my heart. 

For in that nightmare, at the root,

Held many bitter bitten-tongued truth. 

I wish there was strength in my being,

To call them out (on your behalf) with words so freeing. 

Instead emotion stays locked inside,

In subconscious, these diatribes hide. 

I woke up crying,

from dream cruel and strange,

Knowing that there was one way, 

I could act on and change. 

I promise I'll be here you for always. 

I may have woken with tears,

But I'll mop away your sadness. 

Bring warmth and laughter to replace fears. 

I promise, with daring desire,

a passion's extol. 

I'll tell you, I LOVE YOU!

Each day,

With body, heart, mind and soul.