Innocence

Within my slumber, I awake

to the gentle sound of a piano playing

Golden sunlight seeps through golden curtains,

A small cottage house, 

The room is unfamiliar, yet somehow,

it is insignificant.

Softly struck piano keys send me back,

as I make my way toward the window

the room shifts around me,

taking it's many forms

throughout the seven years

I've seemed to know it

Drawers flash open and close

Chests shift, like the many shadows,

to different corners in the room,
rearranged through time

The bed remains in it's place

My life flashes its moments

like clips on Youtube

as each step brings me closer,

Avril's voice sends a chill down my spine,

Like a blade of electrified ice

Rendering my mind useless

Paralyzed by nostalgia,

I sit on the only consistent think in the room

I watch the memories fly by,

In captive audience,

All the pain, the sorrow,

The doctors and nurses 

in pale, smiling masks

The line of people in my minds eye

Ones I know and love

Fading into nothing, still smiling

Like the final bow on stage,

Interwoven with all the beauty I've seen,

Every single rose, from yellow to red to black again

I finally work up the courage to lift the curtain aside:

A field of flowers; tulips, orchids, snapdragons of assorted colors,

A river close by, blue as a sapphire and marshmallow clouds

All in the dead of night

A city black in outline,

A golden pillar expanding,

Rapidly, gaining momentum,

Patches of moving black brighten,

then fade in glorious light,

Reaped like the summer harvest,

leaving nothing but chaff

I lay back down on the bed, saddened

That it's light would boil the river

That it's roar would crush the flowers,

That not one would escape

and close my eyes