Again last night the shadow men called
As I finally dropped into the softness of sleep
Bringing with them the memories of tortured souls
Of those not quite dead who can only weep.
Those who went suddenly and left those who cried
Who then later joined them when they too had died.
I felt like I was falling for a thousand miles
Into a great hole so flooded with their tears
The palpable sorrow that penetrated my soul
That seemed to wash over me for so many years.
I was lost, I am lost, I know not what to do
Amongst all these souls I am searching for you.
Why do these cruel images keep entering my sleep
They go as I wake, but they ever come back
The souls seer their faces right into my heart
And their sorrow brings to me the dog that is black.
I search every time for your beautiful soul
Nothing left now, it’s my life’s only goal.
©Joe Wilson – Soul Searching 2014