…the waves come

The rain is pouring down
and as always in this dream, it is night
and this place is my home, I remember it clearly
I walk through the rooms, where familiar things overwhelm me
something changes and I sense that I am out of place
there is a strange door, I have seen it before
and as all the other times I found myself here, I am afraid to look
a wall is missing open to the dark garden
I reach for that door, just as I must
as the night calls to me in tones that make me resist
my heart is beating, for I know it is time
then the waves come, rising up into the darkness
then crashing down upon me
I sense the end is near and I am drifting
floating into the darkness
where peace, softly falls upon me
© Ann Bagnall