glowing, a dream
of surreal heartbeats
incandescent omniscient eyes
knowing it seems
what I am about to think
hope is more fearing of
daylight as I long more
with each night, every dream
hear the ghostly footsteps
nearer when I wake,
then in any nightmare.
There the similarities of alive
with death outpace
the differences, dreams knit
more peace , hope than
awakening thought, they twine from the same ball
unrolling vice versa
the fog gets a brighter green a glow
days get so long and gray
and dreams tomorrow
I may stay in.