Mysterious figures wrapped in the silky darkness of sleep
emotions swirling and dipping through the open planes
of the sub conscious
deep dark fantasies unfolding in the light of the dream
incidents you would rather not remember rearing their
dangerous heads
making them more embarassing or hurtful than beofre
drowning in the sea of eternal emotions
danger, lifting her beautiful, dark head....changing the future
accidents of the innocent kind.
Mists
swirling and encircling figures cloaked by darkness
whispers
from all directions
enticing
you to drift through the fog into eternal darkness
let
your soul rise from your decaying body and
be
one with the mist of dreams
emotions
flying, colliding, soaring
fears
no longer exist in the sea of mist
you
stand alone, a figure of your sub conscious
until
the mist of dreams entwines around your ankles
washing
over your legs and finally enveloping you in
its
soothing silky touch
swallowing
you whole
walking
through a maze of forgotten memories produced
by
you, to firghten or please you
usuing
your fears that were left for dead to scare you into
running
away and then discovering you can’t
and
then It starts messing with your mind
pulling
you down deeper until your brain feels like it has been grasped and being
pushed and pummelled until you decide to take over this dream of yours
to
stop the pain and suffering
to
stop the waves of infinate sadness being swept over you like a storm
to
stop....?