The Two Unspoken Words

It has been said that dreams unleash

The sub-consciousness of your mind.

I dreamt a dream last night

Where only two days on this world

Remained for me.

A voice came to me and spoke,

Where would you go? What would you do?

Who would you see?

This I heard and listened to

But yet there was something still unsaid,

The question of things to speak of

Was not yet heard.

So many words exist

In oh so many languages

How to say them, when and where

Seem now as only a mist laying

Upon the grass

On a humid day,

With birds flying up above.

Fly birds fly, I cried,

For there are only two words left to say

I see before myself,

The path of my life

Sharp turns and all

I witnessed the times of laughter

Of joy, of comfort

I saw the beauty of the sky.

I walked down my path

And crossed over the sharp curves

The frustrations, the tears,

The fears, and the sorrows,

Saw I as I recalled.

I stopped looked high to the home

Of my Almighty, smiled as

I remembered it all,

Stood smiling and proud

And said, “Thank you.”

And to my family I then turned,

And said, “Good-bye”.

I laid down,

And then I died.

copyrigt 1995 Wendy Torres

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