Nightmares
Everything looks eerie, wrong
the dreamer lost
between the damaging sun
and phantom mists
dank wrap-a-rounds
from dark still life sea below
subliminal moon
calculating, cold
cruel bitch of deepest night
nacreous talons
puncturing the psyche
leaking shadows
play as horror shows
slow moving on a gaint screen
adrenalin; nowhere to go
the fight thuds heart
salt waves flood as
sleep-locked muscles scream
break through the screen!
projecting will
the dreamer wakes
wet and shaking, slowly dons
the daily robe of logic
observes the black moon
as a milk white wafer
crumbling on the pale
grey skirts of dawn
and at the level of the soul
vision crystal morning clear
.
.
the dreamer knows
it's Natures way
of clearing the debris.