She visits me in my sleep,

Her appearance makes me weep,

Deep guilty tears full of dread,

In Dreams like this I wish it were dead,

For Death is constant never changing,

Can nothing fill this wound that's gaping?

In Dreams it's death that gives me peace,

From Anger, Lonliness and disease,

This malady is omnipresent,

In Waking hours, though sometimes pleasent,

All through the night it eats away

Until I wake at break of day,

In Dreams, the firey red hot brand,

Of Reality, cracks and burns my hand,

I scream but no one'll ever hear

Or understand my deepest fears.

That endless chasm to be crossed,

Where's hope? Still in Pandora's Box.

My Enemy? Well what is it all?

Just mere figures wrapped into a ball,

Bouncing around inside my head,

4,000 reasons I feel dread,

When it dies I shall be free,

It ends; This Soul's enslavery,

Hers too no doubt, Both in one heart,

Our Endless torment whilst apart,

In Dreams, I see and feel NOT hide

My lonliness trapped deep inside,

But I feel love, and one that's true,

Down in those depths it lingers too.

She visits me in my sleep,

Her appearance makes me weep,

Deep Lonely tears of happiness,

For a love so distant, Yet I'm still blessed.

by Ellis Meredith-Owen