Crystal clear. Colors you can hear.
Images so sincere. All things you fear
seem so near. Dreams come alive
during the night. Out of sight. Inside
the mind. One of a kind. Hiding
behind a stop sign. Gliding on
a cloud and floating on a cleft
note. Missing the boat. Riding
the bus kicking up dust. Eyes glow
in the shadows. Horns grow. Ghosts
doing the most. Angels visit. Back
alleys lit. Just another misfit. Lucid.
Dancing with the devil. Picking
up a shovel. Digging up the past.
First things first. Good dreams don’t
last. Nightmares and goosebumps.
Fast asleep while the reaper creeps.
This melatonin is hitting in a dream
I’m sitting. Waiting for the alarm
to wake me up. For the sun to come
up. For now, I’m melatonin dreamin’.
Hugging angels and fighting demons.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 