In dreams are visions born and choices made,
slipped under the skin before
the consciousness can react
making stands which force resolution.
Once I dreamt of living my dreams
in happiness and fulfillment.
Laughing with friends, stimulating, enriching,
finally within a circle of balance, goodwill and peace.
You came and held out
the long grasp of your hand, and I
full knowing the losses, feeling great pain
of their removal from my life,
took the offered hand and turned my back
on the warmth of open acceptance.
But still could not resist
one last look back, eyes brimming with sorrow,
at the choice I was making,
deep inside knowing it wrong,
but thinking I could change him,
heal his sorrows, end his pain.
Lot’s wife understood
the burning need for the last look,
to what she knew, she understood
even though she
would be forever turned to salt.
One darting look back,
forever turned to stone,
a lesson I must remind myself
each time your hand
extends to mine.