Dreams

While dreaming in my mind alone, I heard sounds that might shake your soul, "James and Eden," claimed my mother outside the room. I saw lights that would break your heart, Trains at full speed, crimson inside and out, Runners dashing back and forth, searching for a way out. I saw the deceivers and the deceived in a fraction of Time; It was evident then that this dream was not mine. I was in the spiritual realm, With spiritual technologies and spiritual arms, This much I could say, gesturing with my hands. There was the child I used to play with, Sickly, his number visible from afar. "When is your friend coming back?" he asks. "Do not interrupt your life waiting for whoever is inside." Then, my brother Elia, looking for his sneakers, says it all; It was raining at this final hour.