A nightmare enters
my sleep
the kingdom of tranquility
disturbed
by deep onslaught
of mixed nihilism
soon I am chased
and hunted by lions
through the streets I race
desperately
clinging to sanity
the dreams are dark
and I can not
sway them
in the other direction
Moonlight reveals
my every hiding place
the darkness can not hide me
it merely reveals me
again and again
on through the night with
no peace and quiet
a nightmare fills my sleep
and I anxiously await
rebirth of the dawn
May 19, 1986
unswaying dark dreams
.
The times sink in at different rates, some instantly, some a year from event, some never. Like a death. Like any loss. ~S
sometimes I can sway the
sometimes I can sway the dreams in a positive direction