A brutal murder.
A summer sky.
A faceless person.
Watching you die.
A heinous crime.
A field of green.
A terrible deed.
That can’t be seen.
A force of evil.
A flowery lane.
A raging beast.
That you can’t train.
A dark, dim room.
A new-born foal.
Falling, falling.
In a dark, dim hole.
He sees these things, but never screams.
For you force your way into his dreams.
Dan Brown
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-59/
