Unbidden, I wake to find you
in my web of dreams.
Your spectral presence haunts me,
your face watching me from the shadows.
I am compelled to you,
struggling to extricate myself
from the hold of your ghostly arms
from the grip of your ghostly, invisible fingers,
as you move me this way and that.
I am helpless.
I smash the lit glass with my hammer
and it shatters and ripples
the mirrored surface.