Drifting Night

“Hello...

Hello?”

When the night is drifting,
The dreamer forgets his dreams
And those recycled images in the mind
Hover above the body.

Strange energies flow
Across one another,
While faces you thought you knew
Travel past.

No one knows when he's there,
No one knows who he is anymore.
There's no need for nightmares,
So it's just bizarre stuff that cycles...

and cycles
and cycles on.

The man steps
Outside himself.

I feel I should say sorry,
To someone
For someone,
Maybe myself.

I don't know.

You were in the dream morgue
And pulled the cover,
Saw it was the guy
With the contradicting stories of the same end.

Am I talking to someone?
Maybe it's the snow,
Playing lonely tricks.

She heard my voice,
And thought it was me on the table.
With a snap we woke up,
It was a little scary.

It all got lost
With those many hovering spirits,
That demon in the bathroom
And things I didn't know about.

Something like love
Is carried around,
It can be placed here
And there,
Perhaps in a secret door
Of the heart,
But it gets weird
And scattered
Like falling snow.

2-17-14