In That Moonlit Night Standing In The Abaft,
Watching The Towed Flaccid Wooden Raft,
I Thought That I Saw An Angel Resting,
Lying Exhausted There In That Craft.

I Call The Girl Out Unbeknownst Of Her Kind Name,
"Hey Young Lady!!" To Which She Didn't Much Respond,
She Looked Up Towards Me Once In Anguish & Collapsed,
I See Desperation In Her Amber Eyes & Resolve To Help Her.

The Crewmen Had Now Been Doing The Paddles After Resting,
I Summon My Captain & Ask, "Do You See That Girl In The Raft?"
The Senile Captain Smiles To Say, "Commodore, Better Get Married,"
I Look Just Clueless To Which He Simply Replies, "There Is No Girl."

True He Was As She Had Simply Disappeared,
I Started Thinking Of My Sleep Needs That Day,
I Looked Around Again In A Hope To Find The Girl,
I Had Compromised My Routine As The Commodore.

Then I Immediately Realized It Was My Wild Phantasm,
Now This Was Just A Plain Illusion Of A Tired Sailor's Mind,
No Mermaids Could Have Ever Existed In Reality & Were Fake,
I Turned Towards The Deck To Go Back To My Bunk For Sleeping.

As I Climbed Down The Stairs To Enter My Room Amazed & Dazed,
I Saw Her Standing And Waiting For Me By The Side Of My Bunk,
I Accepted That Delusion Of My Mind & Started To Lie Down,
She Said, "I'm As Real As Your Thoughts, Don't Fear Me."

She & I-Me & Her, Had The Best Time That Night,
In The Morning She Was Gone & Was Just Gone,
Disappeared Into Thin Air While I Was Asleep,
Each Day I So Dearly Long For Her To Return.

He wanted ***
I wanted

*h i m

I feel being transformed into the
Guardian Angel that protects you
From nightmares and evil spirits
That never-ever dare venturing out
Into the bright of day for they burn

They vanish from my splendour
I'm an Angelic Guardian indeed
Whose name on your cute mind
Would pour over them as hot lava
Emanating from that holy volcano

The nightmares would all cease
Get very pleasant sweet dreams
When you will not fear the dark
Yes you won't feel lost or defeated
You won't lose one more dear tear

Keep me as a memory of yours
I'll be your companion forever
Type of time would not matter
Be it a happy woken up day time
Be it some unwanted nightmare

Hold on to my arm then and
In the happier times I would
****** your cheeks lovingly
See my hand reaching your chin
Tickle you hard to see you laugh

You will laugh heartily then
Laugh at all of your sorrows
Laugh at all your nightmares
Your nightmares will get so tired
Desperately digging in your fears

Such a sleep will surely come
You'll stop getting nightmares
Start getting sweeter dreams
Not to worry we surely be loved
By each other if not by the world

She cannot quite cease envisaging herself with long socks over cold ankles
on creased sheets,

pen between fingertips,  
notebook sandwiched between him and her soul.

With his closed eyelids and sounds of slow breaths
spilling ink
                                                            ­    across b l a n k pages.

I find it strange that days go by
and new thoughts fill your mind.
Thoughts that could be eating you alive.
Thoughts that could **** you one day.
I'm afraid that your thoughts will
make me lose you forever.
And as I try to explore them, you refuse to let me in.
You walk around like everything is okay.
Is it okay?
Or is it easy to fake your smile and laugh at mindless wordplay?
I want to know what you are thinking and understand what could be causing you to be caught in a web like this.
But you will never open your head
until you one day wish to be gone.