Waking Nightmare

The sun no longer graces this world

Still...

save for a quivering quill in the Arctic chill

Twin lakes; frozen in time with identical ice-falls
From above looking down they look back
Empty and full of sorrow they stare back

Remnants of a land that held a vitality of life
now but a dull barren landscape
rugged and alone

One long mountain range
casts a weak shadow
into the vast casm
where once there was gravity

Suspended in grief
awaiting relief
in nocturnal belief

Where dreams forget reality and memory is clear

The ice begins to melt shedding many a tear
Landslides move in shutting out the cold stare
A sigh of relief as dreams put grief out of reach