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Desert Frost: A Crazy Dream...For Now!
DESERT FROST...A "What-If ?" Poem.
All this Desert is glassy…as though it were all frosted ice.
What a beautiful dream to have…so peaceful and so nice.
And look white flakes fall from the sky.
Yet…in my dream...I BEGIN TO WONDER WHY?
The air is hot…in fact it doesn’t feel good…
I’m not feeling cool air around like I should,
But, this is only a dream…so I look on…
That’s when I start to see that I am in a city...that’s gone.
Suddenly, I begin to wheeze…
The air stings my nose…and I start to sneeze.
My body feels weak…and slightly odd in a strange pain.
Then, I see the flakes are white ashes coming down like rain.
“Wait...Where is my house?” I mumble out-loud,
Then, off in the distance I see a huge cloud.
But now, as I look around where I stand…
There appears to be molten glass where there was sand!
This is not snow in the air and frost on the ground…
This looks like where my house used to be found…
I don’t understand this dream it makes no sense…
There’s no houses for miles…not even a fence.
It's like a ghost town out here…yet this looks like my drive,
Could it be that everything is gone…and no one is alive?
This sand that is glazed could only come from extreme heat.
Now, only thing left is concrete from my drive...and my street.
This is crazy…what an awful dream to have to see…
Then...I wake up and the Late Night News is on TV.
Was I dreaming this…or did I hear some comment that they said...?
That’s what happens when you leave the TV on before bed.
But, I was puzzled by what would bring on what I just saw...
So I looked out my window…Nothing out-of-place at all.
The street outside was quiet…it was the middle of the night…
Everything at this hour appeared to be alright.
“Crazy Dream,” I mumbled to myself…then a voice said, “Really?”
This voice I thought I heard in the night…did not sound silly…
It made me concerned for what I had dreamed and how I feel…
Please…tell me that what I dreamed…could never be real!
But, I heard no answer…the voice was now as quiet as the night.
How could something like this happen? How could this be right?
I gazed in darkness…no explanation for the "Desert Frost" dream to be found...
What was that huge cloud in the distance with white flakes coming down?
In this quietness…sorrow filled my heart…while sitting up in bed,
The stillness of the world around made everything appear dead.
And in my thinking…I wondered...How could this dream ever be so…
Then, I listened once again to the Late Night News…and I said, “Oh...!”
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