Though baying, though so onerous
your dreams so sound to me
I feel their weight acutely for
to you, they are to be
A fell and silent darkness lies
between my times of wake
And you hear stories spun of silk,
a smothering to slake
Demons lie behind my eyes
if angels do with yours
But don’t begrudge me what I know
or what my nighttime stores
For demons, shadows, twisting words
bring me solace, deep
Though you feel light and glory bright
I long for different sleep
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 9:47 AM UTC
Though baying, though so onerous
your dreams so sound to me
I feel their weight acutely for
to you, they are to be
A fell and silent darkness lies
between my times of wake
And you hear stories spun of silk,
a smothering to slake
Demons lie behind my eyes
if angels do with yours
But don’t begrudge me what I know
or what my nighttime stores
For demons, shadows, twisting words
bring me solace, deep
Though you feel light and glory bright
I long for different sleep
A thought on dreams
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