In my dream
I hear a sweet melody
and I begin to discern
the lyrics to “Come As You Are.”
I’m compelled
to follow the sounds
and move closer
I Keep thinking
after 25 years
I’m gonna see Kurt again
and I draw closer
and I notice the voice
it doesn’t sound like Kurt
and I continue the pilgrimage
to the sweet song
and I begin to recognize
the visage of the singer
It’s not the face of Kurt Cobain
but Jesus of Nazareth.
He’s gently strumming the strings
of that acoustic guitar
and smiling sweetly
as he sings the song
and I awaken
with a blissful feeling
and the tune still stuck in my head
I feel certain
it’s gonna be a good day.
https://www.postpoems.org/authors/fuche_bu/poem/1072810
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