Visitors in dreams

17 Jul

I am the one who comes at night to play
a game of hide and seek when you are fast
asleep, dream of flocks of birds locked in full
flight, weaving in and out of unhurried
clouds, keen to nests as darkening skies make
homes for age-old stars, shining ancient light,
tell tales of times with memories made full.

I come in the darkest hour of the night,
pulling you out of dreams of birds and stars,
calling your name in whispers low and cold,
sending trembling thoughts to your restful mind,
jolting awake fear and panic, wreaking
havoc in your slumber, no longer sweet,
nightmares lurk in the midst of happy dreams,
creeping into unsuspecting spaces
of your deep sleep, tonight, you hide, I seek.


birds sepia purple



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