
Dreamscape
Jul 29, 2017 · 1 min read
You followed me late into the night:
big-shouldered, strong; wide brimmed hat
conceals your face lest I could see
the dark I feared: the specter that haunts
my nights — terrible, powerful, and pitiable.
All the same, one night I found
my nerve and turned the chase to
confront you and you ran away.
I pursued to extend
one trembling hand to grasp your arm
and to turn your eyes to mine
to see the flat face of a glass;
it was then my eyes fell open.
If you enjoyed and want to enable my coffee habit. Coffee.

