Scars

The scars from my dreams
are there where you
can touch them
on the dreamstage
fairies, comics and others
danced, sang and spoke out
lines deliberately miscued
by Life standing backstage

And more I have dwelled
on the lines that were to be

Elsewhere a rose garden
with its lover
stood there for me
a shield of Love to share

Elsewhere a thorn garden
with its lover
stood there for me
my pains for me to bear

And when a knock on the door
or a peep into my heart
or a ringing of the bell
of the clock on the table
by my bed

woke me up

I was still a faster heartbeat
waiting for a glimmer
of Hope’s paradise

and dared to go and look
who was it that threatened
to share my dreams
or to complete them
with me.