SOMETIMES AT NIGHT

Dreaming, then waking...

There’s a whisper in my pillow where my sleeping eyelids rest,

The whisper of a lover and a sound I love the best,

It emanates from dreamland where the purple pixies play

And men make love to women every single livelong day…

There’s a breathing in the night-time that brushes onto me,

A breathing warm and fragrant, like wild winds across the sea,

And I reach a nervous finger through the mists of broken sleep,

And for a fractured moment my heart gives quite a leap…

And I’m running through a forest and the wind is like a ghost,

A spirit made of moonlight, a moving, rapturous host

And I toss and turn and fidget as a demon rushes past,

A black-eyed evil demon, gross and grey and fast….

The rumbling earth erupts like a Krakatoan night,

It fills my monstrous dreaming with its burning and its light,

I search my world for freedom but there can be no escape

From the all-devouring monster with a planetary shape….

Trees crash like giant matchsticks on the forestry floor,

They hurl splinters to the heavens with a mighty whoosh and roar

And I duck and dive and panic but it’s all to no avail,

The moon above is winking and he’s fading and he’s pale.

But the whisper in my pillow as the night begins to fade

Is the sound of bubbling rivers or fizzing lemonade,

And I open eyes a moment, I stare at what I see,

The angel of my dreaming a-snoring next to me!