soft, whispering red rose from his bed
his eyes shot open, clearly filled with dread,
he caught up those autumn breezes in his hair
and green fields in his eyes
my hands spun strings of nightmares straight through the sky
harsh sunlight.
they made him stand at the top off a cliff
forgetting his fear of heights
you can't expect him to awake from a nightmare
when it is just reality taking another life.©