When I Have Myself A Dream

I feel a cold rush, as the wind takes me by its side.
I let the sun shine, I close my mind and leave all that pain and stress behind.

I’m running free now, opening up into a stride. It’s like the driving force of God is coming from behind. My mind is as clear as the cloudless skies overhead.

I’m running down a path blotched with the colours of life. A blinding brightness of reds, yellows, oranges force me to divert my eyes from the open stretch ahead of me. To my right I see the beauty of this life I’m in. Family, friends, loved ones, moments, times gone by. A shiver fires through my body at the thought and sight before me.

I close my eyes and turn back to what lies before me. Moving forward I feel a shadow draw over me. Opening my eyes I see the darkness of a solar eclipse. The freezing cold winds of a Baltic winter bites at my naked flesh. Marching through the fog and gloom before me, I bow my head and then look to my left. I can see people lying still, lying lifeless, people looking cold, like the freezing rain. Faces as black as the clouds above me. I see death in the eyes of the children lying over the limp bodies of their mothers. No home, no food, no money, no hope. I see death as my eyes are washed over by the tears of hopelessness and frustration.

I can look no more. I move forward, head held high, heart torn apart.

Opening my eyes once more, I drag myself from the warmth of my bed, dress myself and get on with this life for another day…back to ‘reality’.