Kage's Dream

There are angels devoid of wings
standing glowing in the air,
and serpents softly smiling
with dead eyes that do not care.

In a dream that seems like waking
though you know it isn't true,
you are walking through a field
with mountains all around you.

There is summer in the fields
and a spring in your steps,
and a woman smiling, falling
with eyes that never wept.

In the way of dreaming things
you step to another place,
facing an empty well, a watery mirror,
unable to see your face.

Spring warmth of life flows up around
and the kiss of a vampire's breath,
and a voice on a wind whispering so sad:
"If live is given so, too, is death."

There are hollow children walking
through a blighted winter storm
and behind them a puppet master
dancing to strings of his own.

And a voice is talking, rough and low,
of wonder and of mystery,
asking if you'd given angels back their wings
and risk the loss of everything.

There's a messiah by a crossroads
with nothing left to save
and the harlequin in silent bells dancing,
singing we're all slaves.

And lastly you see a garden gone wild
full of nothing but of weeds
and footsteps! Echoed grey fog on the air
as in the silence a grave bleeds.