Last night I had a dream,
I was dancing with the stars,
The bright specks of light,
Like little holes in the darkness,
They are the lights of heaven,

Last night I had a dream,
It was about silver eyes,
Silhouetted by a dark horizon,
They scanned the world for treachery,
Then slowly they vanished,

Last night I had a dream,
I was attacked by a giant spider,
It hurt when it poisoned me,
Then it was like I was asleep,
And slowly it ate me,

Last night I had a dream,
I dreamt that you loved me,
I was your angel who kept you safe,
You held me close and whispered in my ear,
Telling me that to you; I had no flaws,

But they were all dreams,
Stars are far to high to dance with,
No one’s eyes are silver,
I am here; safe in my bed,
And you will never love me.

While everything of beauty dies,
And you can hear the wild bird’s cries,
A squirrel runs franticly from branch to branch.

His red-gold fur gleams in the shining dawn,
As he gazes down at a young fawn,
Loping peacefully among the colourful leaves.

Red, green and orange crunch beneath him,
He gnaws at vegetation on a mere whim,
Then he flees at the sight of a burly hunter.

With a short bang and a soft thud,
The deer’s fur becomes matted with blood,
The hunter proudly advances to claim his prize.

Tying his dinner to the front of his truck,
He drives home cheerfully through the muck,
Later that night the tender meat will be a stew.

As the children bounce around the house,
The mother screams at the sight of a mouse,
A tatty little friend who shivers in the corner.

There are five things I love,
The smell and colour of freshly cut grass,
Like the dark colour of sea glass,
Yellowing pages of a well-written book,
The best place to read them is in a hidden nook,
Big, tall, old cedar trees,
I watch them sway in a gentle breeze,
That guy who will never know my name,
My **** shyness is to blame,
Fireworks in the midnight sky,
Fantastic colours that make the crowds sigh.

I was stripped clean and rubbed raw,
Thrown into the world where everyone saw,
How my scars from being doused in pain,
Have been washed away by the rain,

With darkness ahead and nothing behind,
I tried to stifle the monster inside,
It scratched and tore at my heart,
And very slowly I fell apart,

As I lay bruised and trampled in the dust,
Angry, hurt and filled with lust,
I saw a light; the Father and the Son,
Who picked me up; and forgave me for all I have done,

Now I am free from the ghosts of my past,
I see a reason to live at last.