Overnight,
I thought you escaped me.
I awoke,
lost in the in between stage
of dreams and nightmares.
Not sure which
I’m waking up to.
Alone
in a mental prison,
or free
to take part
in the miracle?
Barely found the strength
to face my terrors.
Open my eyes
and find you absent.
How much more
could I bear
upon waking?
In the still-dark
of the small-time.
Reaching out to you
feels like I’ve been
treading water.
My arms are so heavy,
they can barely move.
Caught in the undertow
of my subconscious.
Rising to meet you
and I thought
you were gone.
Knowing that I
must face
this demon down,
I force one eye
and then the other
open.
They take in
nothing, but total darkness
and then I hear,
breathing low.
Inch my head over,
move my hand to the side
and I can see you,
and I can touch you
and you’re there.
My mind had conceived
that you would leave me
in the night time
and I would wake alone.
Here I am,
trapped in the place
of dreams and nightmares.
Smiling,
I move closer
to feel you next to me.
Drift off into the night;
okay to face something,
now that I know
that you’re there.
Why would my mind
induce in me
such a terror?
Seems like a question
for the waking mind.
Go back to sleep.
Good Night.
HG -2018
