Recurring Dreams

Recurring Dreams

I dream of the apocalypse more than anything else

There was an endearing face with me in my latest death

Imagine a nuclear city

Houses with open roofs and amusement park rides swaying nearly overhead

I can't remember who she was but there was a calm of the ages that came with her presence as we sat together in the face of the end

Look up to the sky and see a single point of light break off and scatter through the sky like a firework 

It is so quiet at the worlds stand still

Following it

A huge white stream shoots to the ground

Here comes the deeper silence followed by a rumble

...

These are the last moments 

Take it to say something to my partner in death?

Or run from the rushing dark flow?

We speak softly to each other

Our last words fall under the shadow of the burning planet

See the flow rise in fractions

Full eclipse

We choose to run to our rest

So loud now 

So bright as the flow approaches

We waited so long for the day that has been forseen

Here is to progress and order

All life takes a last breath