Goodnight, Moonlight;
Rest you well.
Allow sleep’s embrace to pull you under their spell.
While death may not take you under his wing
For now let the bells of the sweetest dreams ring.

𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛' 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑,
𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛' 𝑡𝑜 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒,
𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒.  

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟,
𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛' 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠.
𝐴𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑠,
𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛' 𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑠.  

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛' 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛',
ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑛' 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛',
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑘𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑛',
𝑊𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙-𝑖𝑛,  

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛',
𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑛'.
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛',
𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛.  

𝐶𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑛',
𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑚𝑖𝑛'.
𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑖𝑛',
𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑏𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛'.  

𝑌𝑜𝑢, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛.
𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛',
𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛'.
𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛,
𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛'.
𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒.
𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡.. 𝑇𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙-𝑖𝑛,
𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑖𝑛'.

Terrible Dreams,
as you fall asleep,
Slumber is waiting,
as you go in deep.

A good night's rest
is what you shall seek,
No noise or sounds,
Not even a peep.

So, You close your eyes,
As you close them tight,
To catch some zzz's all
through the darkened night.

A Beautiful Nightmare
is what you see,
It so very vivid it's
hard not to Believe.

What's before you,
it seems so real,
It is so miraculous
You can't help how you Feel.

A Dream that is Delighting, and
Very Enticing,
The Thought of it Inviting,
and yet very Frightening.

It brings you to the saying that:
Dreams do come True,
Then again it's a Dream,
So just might be you.

A Beautiful Nightmare
to True Reality, or
a nightmare unhinged,
You just cannot see.

A Dream within a Dream,
You are not really there,
as you are aroused and
awakened from
A Beautiful Nightmare!!!!


B.R.
Date: 1/17/2025

In the hush of the twilight, dreams await,
Slumber beckons, the stars narrate.
Lay down your head, let the night enfold,
Rest your bones, let the dreams take hold.

The pillow soft, a cloud in the sky,
Carries you to where the dreamers lie.
Through the night, may peace be your guest,
In the sacred silence, find your rest.

So close your eyes, the journey’s begun,
To the land where dreams and night are one.
May the moonlight guide you through the flight,
Until dawn returns with the morning light.

.
i launch from within                                                           ­                   
      the critical business of sleep and dreamwork          
                                                   and into the pre-furnished day
mucus skin                                            
like the first gobbed up evolver   to get turfed up on the beaches
i let go the veils   of those true solving agents
the motions     those treasurable scenes
of bloom and swoon tidal theatre
                     they disperse
and i tough out a self applied                      
                                   ­        measured  and subservient routine
          a hasty and unrewarding approach to   'productive'  business  
                                                              it­ brings me distaste
but   cements me in shared society
passer bys throw up their greetings
                                and i heave 'hellos' in return