Dream Weaver
I ride waves of salty tears.
My heart thirsty, sunburned
by exposure to your deceit.
My left finger is weighted
with a gold ring that pulls
my heart into the abyss.
My voice screams for rescue,
“Please pull me up from the brine
that has swallowed me.”
I feel my dream weaver’s touch
on my eyelids as he carries
me to the safety of oblivion.
Daylight is swallowed by the moon.
The nightmare that stalks me
cannot find me in the shadows.
I float on angel wings of escape
where thoughts have no power
to send their shards of torture.
Sleep has come as my white knight
to defend my heart against morning
where tears wait to take me under again.
©Susie Clevenger 2012
Comments
You took an unusual viewpoint here, Susie, that sometimes the dreamworld is less distressing than the waking one in which we must try to suffer through the hardships of everyday life. Your words are very telling.
I have always liked that song. Wow, I was so young when that came out. What happened?!?