IN YOUR DREAMS

I have made friends with the devil

and his voices in my head

I no longer sing in sympathy

I feel no more the dread

of knowing that all to be

is yet to come

it shall not be me

who falls out of the sun.

 

I pull back the sheets

on your dreams and

not alone I see you again

in the shape of your screams

of nightmare and lash

of overcoming the sash

of all brevity

and entering

 

I walk with you through

to the misery of darkness

holding you for your accounting

of your distress

wondering where I am

as with closed eyes

that flicker with wake

you smile.

 

COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2020