The Dark Dream

Today I had a dream,
and I fear greatly,
for I know not what it means.

In my dream I saw you there,
leaning up against the weeping willow.
You were different somehow,
perhaps because you were like the emo.

You were goth-like in nature,
as you continued to sit there.
You looked so beautiful,
so perfectly framed by the moonlight.

You were weeping,
as I approached I noticed.
I hurried to you,
but you did not, to my face, notice.

I than wept as I sat by your side,
why would you ignore me?
Why would you cast me aside?

I sat there next to you,
and wrapped an arm around you.
To my horror, I passed right on through,
and you still did not notice me.

I than saw you clutching two objects,
a picture and words on a letter.
In the picture was me,
full uniform and all, in a desert-filled land.

But why would you be weeping so?
Why would your body be wracking itself,
over just a letter of greeting?

The moonlight caught it,
and I was able to see.
That it was not a letter from me,
but one of me.

A feeling of helplessness washed over me,
unlike any I had ever felt.
For you had really loved me,
and just now found out the blow I had been dealt.

I tried to talk to you,
to comfort you in some way.
You looked over towards me,
not seeing the tears I shed for you.

You instead felt the wind,
and whispered, "I hear you,"
"even now, in my despair."

I was finally able to smile,
and the moonlight shown on your face.
"I am always hear for you,"
the wind softly said, playing over your face.

You closed your eyes,
and tears ran openly on your face.
I was dealt than, another blow,
for your arms were wrapped around your waist.

It could not be,
but somehow I knew.
That the real reason why you wept,
was for what our child would not know.

I awoke in a cold sweat,
for today I had a dream.
And I now fear greatly,
for I do not know what it means.