Dreaming

 I wrote this one  two years ago when I lived in Queensland, and I didn't feel so well. I never published it, probably because I thought it was to dark at the time. But then again, so is life in Australia...

I can see the shining sun

But it's raining in my room

Can not hide and can not run

All in darkness, dreary gloom

I hear knocking on my door

Waking me from darkest dream

An illusion, nothing more

I want to cry, want to scream

Covered by this silent shroud

Lonely, lost and on my own

Followed by this blackened cloud

Water rising, will I drown?

I implore this darkened sky

Let me go and set me free

Let me live or let me die

Show me light so I can see

Mocking laughter all I hear

Answering my foolish plead

But then this voice, loud and clear

Freeing me from all conceit

Waking me, this time for real

Saving weary me at last

From this shadow of my past

And again making me feel

Beauty, sunshine, clear blue sky

Wonder, awe, and poetry

Miracles and mystery

Like a bird, like I can fly

History, those fears of mine

Hope takes over in my heart

And my sight no longer barred

Can I see sun's brightest shine