DARK DREAMS

This is life and death, and whatever comes after.
This is the record of my journey.

I was born.
I do not remember this, but I am assured it did happen.
I had an indifferent childhood and adolescence.
I fell in love,
I was continually disappointed by my choices in love and life.
My life is mirrored by all of you and your everyday lives.
There were no great dramas, no great passions,
no deep despairs that create poets of us.

It just WAS.
Noone special, noone close,
noone.
So, what now, you ask.
What great event changed all this. What occurred to breathe life into the mundane?
Did I meet God?
No.
The Devil?
Perhaps, but it was not the whole Devil, just fragments in some of those I held on lonely nights.
I loved those whose lives had blown apart,
they gave colour to my grey life.
I loved the flamboyant, the dreamers, the wanderers,
the fractured souls that lived in madmen.
And every one of them tore my mind apart.

Copyright 'Chelle Hine 1997