CHRISTIAN EHRLICHMAN:
My dreams followed me home,
The ones I had had when I fell asleep in the classroom,
Unable to keep attention,
Forced to read from The Book of the Mother
It was later that day when I was walking
The dirty streets of New York City,
That I was alone, I realized that I had the power
To gain my own thoughts, while everyone else followed these words without question,
As under its spell,
After walking the streets of New York for a bit, seeing the Monument tower over the city,
I went home and lay down and slept for several hours
The dreams I had were beautiful,
I dreamt of a young woman I had never seen before,
Floating far away on these oceans,
The waves taking her over, pulling her in their current,
But she was content and at peace, wanting nothing else but to be submerged in their
Sway forever, pulling her so far but she would never fall under these because these were
Compassionate and merciful to her where the world was clear,
I knew that her angels followed me forever,
Greeting me with joy, and welcoming me as family,
And all we ever wanted was the freedom of the summer light
That seeps through the waters,
I was beginning to hate what I was told
the scriptures within a world
The first dream i had took me far away
from any memory i had of
present experience
all i could see through the flames when i entered this dream
were raging armies fighting to return to their homes
but there they stood forever
in eternal flux, unable to hold their stability
always swayed by everlasting winds of war
my crystal world was shattered and i fell head first into the ground, falling with face covered by the dirt,
my hand clutching the hilt of my sword in its sheath,
and i had power, and light that exuded from
my heart
and guided me within this world to where i needed to go and knew i would not so easily awaken from this dream,
dreams are what all of us live for, running forever
through this world,
striving to find a place of stability
in this world
i was brave and i knew that in
the real world i would never stand and fight,
always would cower and hide from those
with swords in their hands
my power was found in these dreams
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The Banner of the Broken Cross and the Storm of the Worlds - Part One
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