deep wells are my dreams

Alone and awake this starless night

with intangible thoughts that gather and scatter like vague ghosts

my fatigued mind battles to grasp thoughts to form

as i unravel my hopes and my fears of tomorrow

Let the sweet sleep of oblivion enfold me

to fade into that sylphic insubstantial sea

where I a blithe child in woolen arms

navigate my roads to recurring castles

to embrace invisible friends in love

deep wells are my dreams, underground streams

in my soft pillow land where unpainted poems dwell

kind sisters enfold me with filial kisses

contained and wrapped in formless warmth

and eternally complete

this my carefree realm

where man cannot corrupt

bright phantom knights wrestle the moonlight

before i rise to find my slumbering feet

shake sleep from eyes

and regather the threads of my day

But now awake in this teeming insomnia

i search myself for sense

and strive to silence and soothe my pacing fevered brain

i will stumble the orphan asphalt streets

and wait for the sun to rise

Tomorrow may I be raised 

with a fresh breath of sky in my head

and chance to meet and greet in faith

the guiding angels of my dreams

But now I will wander amongst the murmurs of night

that will not enfold me with filial kisses

nor sew the loose strands of my unfinished dreams. 

Reviews

[Sir Robert Robbie Lord ..]

U like it was once bright ☝ one & the stylus pen opens of the sun rises to last ~ Look !
A real cool calm poem.