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.
