Evening bedtime tale ending -
Hypnagogic jerk aside -
This journey is a smooth ride:
Night light to dreamlit darkness.
Dreamweaver muse awakens
Net and knife in hand to work:
Predator preying on prey
Hunts to rescue the hunted
To feed the visionhunter.
Dawn minds in natural states
Exit hypnopompia’s
Drowsy hallucinations,
Lucid with blind illusions.
Are dreams trophies worth losing?
Are visions dreams worth keeping?
Breathless, we fall, awaking.
So,
In your worlds
Of purest imagination,
Time travels
At your bidding.
So,
In dreamscapes -
She stars in your nightmares,
Yet
She starts in your daydreams.
So
Many strong
Hands; always pushing
Before they can put
Things right.
For
Waking up
Is a kind of daily
Rebirth in time
In a line of your own
Straightening - to be
Tethered always to this:
In
Your little sojourns
Into death we do find
We depart in ways
We cannot return
To.
