While Moonlight Skitters...

Inspired by a series of dreams I had the other night.

 

While moonlight skitters 'cross the sea and burning sun begins his climb,

My frame lays fastened to my bed while brain whispers into my eye.

She whispers thoughts of taking flight, up high into the darkest night

To race the moonlight to the coast, to beat the sunlight to the sky

 

She shows me places I have been, yet unfamiliar to my skin,

With strangers whom I won't forget and relatives I've never met.

Strangers whom I have always missed and lovers that I've never kissed.

And though these thoughts bring peace of mind, the nightmares closely trail behind.

 

They chew me up and spit it out, and they then fill my heart with doubt.

And ask me if my parents, preachers, teachers, if they'd all be proud?

Compress my chest and grip my throat, my bed is my sarcophagus.

They torture me with all these lies and taunt me with apocalypse.

 

But as the dawn turns into morn, my muscles move with fit and fuss.

The twilight tears into my eyes and turns my terrors into dust.

And as I wake, I contemplate on how to take what  I have seen,

And make some sense of what it all could mean...

 

Or is it just a dream?

© Reed James Steele -2014

Reviews

[FateDictates]

I love the way the tempo you created has me almost breathless..clever, great write..