Fragments from forgotten dreams
still haunt me.
Through the dreary din of night
they taunt me,
as silken flags swirling,
made of fabrics past unfolding.
Dreadful nightmares storm the keep emboldened.
Swiftly seize my fleeing spirit
once content in fleeting slumber.
Dreaming in the drowsy ether.
I stand alone in wonder.
Mid-dream amid my daemons there to battle,
there to conquer . . . evermore.

P. Suess