Breezing Through a Dream

Breezing Through a dream..

I feel the breeze from a thousand dreams,
sweeping clear into my mind as if by chance.
Swirling in continually on perpetuating reams,
taking me in and on, an everlasting romance.
I dreamt of a dancer who danced upon her rage,
another the gambler who played with sleight of hand.
None had known the other, she was only half his age,
his face river boat hard, city quick when in command.

The devil smiled each time the gambler split a deck,
his work being driven home as cards were dealt.
A smile became a leer, as the gambler would check,
that his gun was loaded, or how good the cards felt.
As a dancer on her stage, she had no equal,
she had forged her style in the fire of tormented hell .
Each step and pirouette to her, easy to recall,
but when her curtain closed, then did her shell

She had dreamt of stardom, bright lights and fame,
he would gamble for money, at tables with poor light.
Neither knew that fate had now taken up the game,
he would play a dead hand, it was her last night.

The air was still and sticky, the first time they met,
the gambler had found a table, at the club Retro.
She had went on stage with a brand new routine set,
the devil he was working, would he steal the show.
The word cheat cut the air, the gambler made to stand,
the man who used this word, was deadly with his gun.
He’d come to kill the gambler, so now he played his hand,
the gambler saw him reach, and knew that he was done. 

He cleared the holster, knowing he was to late,
she had spun and flown, then left the stage at pace.
 He would meet his angel, in death his perfect mate,
she escaped her shell, as a bullet ends her grace.

Two souls left the bodies, clutching each other tight, 
as a gambler he'd know, meeting her was his best odds. 
Freed from her torment she at once felt it was right,
in hell or heaven, they were to be as gods..
 
A thousand words on the breeze of time,
passing through the poets rhyme…