There's a great big monster in my back garden
He lingers.
He creaks like floorboards under heavy feet with every wind that rustles leaves

He cannot be slain
but surely
He may be held at bay

Befriended, even. Maybe
Someday.

It is of vital importance, I think.
To know that nightmares are often never swayed
But may be moulded and morphed
Reformed like fresh clay

Turn those demons to dreams, you
Begin today
It will all be possible,
Sooner or eventually