The Dream Weaver

I told you long ago we would meet again

How are you, after a lifetime

Of following false prophets?

Praying to Gods made of clay

Did you receive all you asked for?

Did I not weave your dreams

with steps for you to follow

whereby you would avoid many pitfalls.

I allowed the memory of your night vision

To remain come morning

Yet you wave them away as a fantasy

Night stuff, I heard you call it

Coincidence is brushed aside, misunderstood

Your life was meant to be the stuff of dreams

Yet here you are after fourscore and ten

Before me once more

Are you ready to start again with

the extra guidance I have spoken of?

Will you listen when you hear

strange whispers in the wind?

Will you follow where I lead

and live the life you prayed for?

©anitadawes 2020