turbulent dreams
turbulent sleep
discord and mayhem running deep
unsettled and non
as if an ill wind blows
on the tides of sleep
uncertainty rose
raw, organic, visceral too
churning up the waters of me and you

singin
and wingin
and fallin behind
stepping outta worlds, cascading through time
makes no never mind
makes no rhyme
makes no sense these dreams of mine.

restless and fighting
all through the night
often in fear
often in fright
calling on the sandman
calling in the clowns
often going up
often going down

four o’clock
five o’clock
not much better
tears staining pillow dreams
wetter and wetter
crazy and hazy and fractured in time
these dreams that came
these dreams of mine.

faster and faster they seemed to go
but all I heard was the fierce wind blow
loster and loster my soul disappeared
dancing on the “what ifs” my soul has feared.

black it was
this night of mine
I couldn’t even write
I couldn’t even rhyme
sleep kept her distance
she wasn’t hardly there
she did call once from who knows where.

I paced and I frolicked
and I cried a little too
I couldn’t see me
and I couldn’t see you
I looked to the sky
I looked behind “I”
I couldn’t see a thing
and I started to cry.

from the blackness of the dream
rose the dreaded song
my soul’s been singing for so so long
from days of the child that I embraced
and still I couldn’t see you…
I couldn’t see your face.

ponies and airplanes and dark summer nights
dancing and dreaming under tiny tea lights
lying there waiting in my soul’s third sight
the vision that I wanted
yet unknown to me
a little girl you
a little girl me.

tumbled and jumbled and upside down
visions in my head kept running around
in and out of darkness
in and out of black
all I really wanted was sleep to come back.

went to bed happy
went to bed glad
woke with the light
feeling lost and sad.

© kimberly millen brown June 18, 2011