Thoughts fade.
The tunnel
opens
you tumble
in.
The play begins.
The set appears.
Lights are dimmed.
Music plays.
Characters appear.
You, actor and audience,
have your part to play
as the dream begins.
A power holds you,
You writhe,
you toss,
you turn,
to no avail.
Until,
come the sweet dawn.
the bonds relax, release.
and the sweet kiss of sleep,
descends at last
Nightmare or delightful idle.
Gone. Barely recalled.
Until the next time.
Reflections on life in Poetry and Prose. 