I dreamed I saw in my minds eye’
The shadows of the past bright and blue and ever-last,
Step into my shadow now bathe yourself in my blue light!
Feel magic hear the sound! feel the picture of the past,
The picture that is ever-last,
I dreamed that I saw Jesus here just standing there without no fear,
No cross to bear but holes in his hands’ with blood stains everywhere’ and on his ragged clothes,
He told me stories of foretold some men’ the women he had known ,
But mostly of the cross he bore the pain! and suffering was no more,
The meaning of his life flicked by this picture of the bright blue light’
The picture that is ever-last,
His voice was soft so powerfull’
He asked if i believed in god? his father of heaven and of earth,
The meaning of the holy Grail!’
It would have been so easy just to have said oh yes,
I couldn’t help but see is hands the holes where the nails had purged his skin,
The blood’ the stains upon on his chest,
Now was I dreaming of this now? ,
A dreamers dream and reality bites’
To see this man upon his cross,
The tears of sadness in his face,
The picture that is ever-last.
mercsmoon poetry © malc.johnson 2008
