Living through the night.
Sometimes
the sweetest dreams
keep me awake.
Faded.
Whispers in moonlight.

Subconscious streaming,
wishing
to be made whole.
Tales of heartbreak
shatter-
happiness screaming.

Light, fantasy stroll
hijacked,
taken by duress.
Dragged through the swamp land,
washed up
on the dreamscape knoll.

Eyes bloodshot in stress
blinking,
staring at today,
all the lovely words
together
like a rose bush dress.

Petals floating affray,
stumble
and slice at the heel.
Trailing uncertain
passage.
A tragic ballet.

Dancing feet reveal
her strength,
and the future glares.
But I know she's strong,
mighty,
like well crafted steel.

Though it isn't fair:
Living.
She reaches her hand,
touches my fingers
softly.
I wake with a scare.

My soul, she commands.
Relief
floods over terror.
Crying out, I choke,
"Don't go.
Stay in our dreamland."