Stepping upon silken layers of dream, with caution
I caressed an injured creature, soft and dark as night
In stony silence of room, a little scared and
Unsure of myself I was, with its presence.
The abstract dream left me
With a strange impression.
But a vague reality was revealed
By sudden morning inspiration.
Love and hate, hope and despair
Anger and calmness, envy and mercy
Like children of light and darkness, forever
Reside side by side in each human heart.
Angry, forgotten thoughts
Being eliminated in endless effort
Still lie wounded and potent
In silhouetted corridors of heart.
Come! touch me, hold me, nurse me!
Like wounded animals so emphatic is
Their plea to bring out the child in you.
With pure innocence it invites you to
Play and caress each one with a
Fearless trust, unaware of any harm
That could fall upon if not vigilant.
But a wrathful, wounded beast is
Still ferocious and still vengeful
Ready to strike with full passion
At any of your unguarded moments.
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