The Night Bird--A Poem
I awoke from a dream
A kaleidoscope of faces
I found myself awake at 4:00 AM one morning, awakened from a dream. In my dream were images from the past—the faces of friends, lovers, and family appeared before my eyes in a random pattern. One face was emphasized and then another; calling my name before receding, only to be replaced by another face. People transformed into events, things I remembered from childhood. The distant past gave way to more recent images as I watched my life play out before my eyes, one random moment at a time. Memories from the past became actions I did not recall—things I hadn’t (yet?) done. The faces returned, crying out in unison, warning me to be careful and advising me to remember the anniversaries. Remember the anniversaries. Someone said that to me before, a long time ago.
When I awoke, I heard the sound of a bird outside my window. Completely awake in the middle of the night, I resigned myself to the moment and found my journal. I remembered the anniversaries and wrote these words.
The Night Bird
The night bird wails its lonely cry
I hear it as I dream
Shadows rest beside me now
Things aren’t quite what they seem
A love that’s lost but not forgotten
Haunts this tortured brain
If I once had you in my life
Why can’t you be again?
A gentle touch, a quiet voice
That scatters all my sorrows
That speaks the words I want to hear
But mentions no tomorrows
Fools like me under a spell
Of dreams I couldn’t rationalize
You’re gone too soon from by my side
My bed—a jail made with your lies
Phantom lovers cast in gloom
A ghost’s caress I’m waiting for
No sounds are heard, I lay alone
The night bird wails its cry no more
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