winter sleeping leaves me bare
with all my silent screams
these cool white whispers urge sweetly
to go into the underdream
i lay watching as shadows flood my vision
recalling a moment in time
i try to soar above this ache of weakness
but there is not place to run
falling trough a black sky to see
a languid light swim over me
i reach out to grasp this fleeting apparition
only to see it disappear/reappear/disappear again
beneath a sea of misty memories
i stare out of empty eyes
this hollowness is all that’s left of me
all this truth/how can i deny
a comforting acceptance covers me now
i have succombed to this desire
i have fallen so low and must bend and bow
to this burning in purifying fire
senses awakening and i rise
with all my silent screams
these cool white whispers open my eyes
as i am surfacing the underdream
(c) 2004 Ruth Hunter
The Underdream
abstract poem…I wanted to convey vivid emotions using words…..many of my painted images are taken from this poem…