A DEAD man once came to me
within my dream – was more than that
He I met while still alive
Christmas trees he sold to the living
Across a swath of Texas land
those trees peppered the ground
like missiles they pointed upward
The greatest smile and warm-jointed hand
A true soul with weathered spirit…
Many times he approached me in my sleep
always caring and doing for me such things
aside from that long story I have to say…
His message was a note for his daughter
Holy symbols he used in all he did
as the number 3 — dreams, divinity and me
So in the year of his death — which I not knew
I went to visit his Christmas Tree ranch
parked my car and walked toward the receiver
A lovely lady who stared at me — questions…
we felt the connection and I had to say
“I have a message for you from your daddy”
She burst into tears and fell into my arms
“How did you know, Sir! How did you know!”
The short story for you — I tell the reader
“He said he’s saved and dearly misses you.”
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 