One more poem, another rhyme.
One more moment out of time.
Memories clear yet some behind.
A part of me needs to unwind.
Sailing, drifting out somewhere.
To escape some nightmare.
To control the dreams I think.
Finding solstice on the brink.
Day time, night time comes again.
Ignore the bad times and the pain.
So when the monsters draw so near.
I feel the angels closer here.
Praying, fighting, amongst the wicked mass.
Knowing, feeling, 'This too shall pass.'