He’s here

Photo by Richard Fogg

I know neurologists have shown the course
of dreaming as synaptic lines of force,
and even in this dream I know I’m dreaming,
yet when the light refracts at such an angle
it shows his broken face, frost in his beard,
his black lips mouthing words I only hear
as moaning of an operatic angel.
His ice hand reaches out. I flinch in fear.
The mirror breaks. I gasp awake. He’s here.
~ Tony Barnstone.

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