Many nights
Come to pass
With minimal slumber
Over imaginary
Visions
Starts the same:
Wake in a house
Suspended by nature  
A rope of vines
Impressive
But no one can make such
Only in dreams
Then in comes:
The running man
A shadow
Devoid of recognizable features
Merely a silhouette of the night
Try to catch him
Yet I never do
Instead I awake
Trapped in vines
Another dream?
I wish it was so
Time goes on
Now I’ve seen things
Lived a life
Worth talking about
Laying on a cloud
Grounded down
I see it:
The house bursting with nature
The shadowy silhouette
Kneeling down
Inches away from my breath
The darkness melts from it
Underneath
My eyes go wide
Mouth agape
Extravagant…
My son is here!
Then I awoke
He left years ago
But-
Just one quick look…
…was all I asked for.