It works like a dream: forget everything.
Finally feel safe, till the trigger point hits.
Memory remained, but ceased to connect.
Overexposed. Unclearly known.
It works like a dream: can’t find a way back.
Why wish to return to the way that things were?
Come into focus. (No, it’s too much.)
Can’t keep the silence, or quite give it up.
Room for regret. A hollowed-out shell.
The questions arrest. The bleeding heart beats.
Dark spirits vouch for a tragic conclusion.
A thought takes its root, and it works like a dream.
Nightmare calamity. Living uncertainty.
Such a far cry from the voice of redemption –
But I feel it breathing. God help me, it’s reaching.
In the stillness, impossibly, I know You’re moving –
Soul, you be still now. This silence is friendly.
It’s not what it seems. It works, like a dream.