Mist of Weary

I am floating, it seems so real and I really don't like where my sleep captain is taking me. He is like the ghost of times past, never letting me free of my indignities. Just imagine a night without you in my dreams, I would love that, oh how wondrous it would be to visit others from times gone by.
I would drift on a sea of neon stars and kiss the moon as I raise my head. There are ways to make sure you won't become my permanent pillow of restlessness.
All I have to do is call upon the name of my true God and ask in his sons name that you be cast out. He will see to it that you are vanished from my thoughts as long as I do the right thing.
You are a devil and something I despise; you have no real name because you call yourself so many.
At least once in our lifetime each of us is given the experience of knowing true joy. Blessed by the aura of His golden throne we may be so fortunate as to realize that when we expire from life and go toward His presence, we will have no gender, no remorse, and no cries of sleeplessness.
We shall have all of the things that combine themselves into one, glory, life everlasting and lovely wings like beautiful angels have.
It’s nice to think about living in a spirit world, almost an impossible thought but nice none the less.
If I were there I would fly constantly because in my dreams I fly and I can soar anywhere from any place and as high as I like.
Okay, enough of these day dreams of mine, I have a question for you! Do you remember the times we danced? I saw you looking around the place to see who was there. That was not the first time I saw your eyes looking for someone else. Oh sure, it’s okay because I kept it to myself most of the time. One time I did mention it to you and you laughed it off like I was a jealous fool.
I want you to know about this little tale that wraps itself around my head. It’s a tale of love and whoa, the kind of song that need never be sung. It needn't be sung because I love you so.
You are my life and breath, sun and sea. I wish you no harm, just come here to me. Kiss me long and deep, never speak, just stare into my eyes with a look of no regret. I will keep you from harm if you stay right here in my arms. You say what? That you need to go? Well do it then, I am tired, I am weary, I am mist and you are dust. I had no use for you then and I have none now. I have no use for any of you who used and abused me mentally and physically to an extent of harming my thought cycle by exploiting my dreams.
Go away devil; stop confusing me because you know my weakness! I ban you from all that is good; go into the mist of weary for that is where you belong. Die there and leave me alone!

By JvS © Gilda Schaal December 9th, 2006