Solemn Dream Dirt Poor Robins

I had a solemn dream
A towering door before me
Then came a voice that shook the candles

It was my mother's scream
I tried to breach the threshold
But I was too small to reach the handle

What was this vision that called me in the dead of night?
Was it a dream I had of another life
Or an echo returned from childhood?

Father could never take
The smallest show of weakness
We watched them bury her alone

Held every tear that made
Attempt to break for freedom
I crushed my pulse against her headstone

What was this vision that called me in the dead of night?
Was it a dream I had of another life
Or an echo returned from childhood?

I hold my breath, for what is this?
Fate's been jilted by a twist
A search for words to free my lips
No metaphor will fit
This matchless beauty
Her stately dress, her perfect form
The gentle raising of her arms
Her shoulders owned by brazen flocks
Of swirling raven locks
That flow like mercy
Into the driest depths in me