They tell the story of the past as if it were the present.
They show us our fear and our weaknesses so that we may improve them.
They tell the words our minds could not form while they were awake.
They whisper the truths traditions cannot hide away.
And today my dreams told me that love was going to die.
That the culmination of all that was good would fall.
I saw the face of a man, whom I may have seen before.
I saw the darkness that came when he was thrust to the threshing floor.
Dreams are meant to tell us something.
They tell us the truth our hearts know, but lips are too timid to repeat.
They tell us one crime to innocence may be worse than another to peace.
And today my dream told me that love was going to die.
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