dark dreams
the last knife finally drops
no longer pinning shoulder blade robes
clanks to the ground
done
an era ends
then one new keen blade flashes
stabs to the face
monk jumps up
bedding flies
3:37
brews tea
waits by the window
for dawn
HORRIBLE dream, yoiks!!!! Better dreams tonight, hopefully, Ollie.
ReplyDeleteScary dreams but ends with a peaceful morning, eh?
ReplyDeleteDreams can be visceral, and maybe mean more. The collective unconscious hollering at us? Either way we wake up to move through the day.
ReplyDeleteBrother Ollie,
ReplyDeleteThe grateful thanks when 3.37 allowed an escape from that place of fear and terror. The safe and comforting reality found in the warmth of a cup of tea. Calmness gradually instilled, thankfully:)
Safer Dreams,
Eileen:)