At night, breaths turn steady as thoughts run fast
through my head sticking out of the covers.
Hazy memories emerge from my past
of playgrounds, prom gowns and former lovers.

A final twitch; reality ceases.
My bed is gone. A sailboat takes its place,
somehow gliding through fuchsia glass pieces
underneath a moon made of a clock face.

I turn to see an old flame that burned out,
when suddenly fire rains from the skies.
I walk to the edge and jump with no doubt -
into the deep pink shards my body flies.

I jolt upright, back where my sleep started,
as details fade of dreamlands uncharted.