A fragment of a dream

A fragment of a dream

A terse dream this was,

broken, anguished, blurred,

of which a fragment remains

in my memory, embedded.

A wayward bullet strikes

at lightening speed your chest,

passing through it spears,

calmly, through my breast.

Locked in a gaze we stand,

as love flows out the wounds.

Caught tight in death’s hand

as the dream softly fades.

On waking, for long I ponder;

did our souls our bodies flee

at the same moment, together?

Did they merge to become free?

Did pain set our insides afire?

Is sorrow the bullet that incinerates,

torching our ignorance, our desire,

and into freedom thus liberates?


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