Its quiet now,
This time of night
When creepy crawlies go to bed and
Even the restless have to call it quits.
Nothing to disturb me
But the whirling sounds of machinery and nature
On every other night, dreams stalk me,
Reminding me of days
When demons and angels were very real;
Depriving my body of nightly rest.
I would like to wake from a dream without blood leaking into my mouth
With my heart maintaining it’s steady normal pace
when all was right in my world
Yet, Its almost daylight
And even the sun cant penetrate
the dark, stagnant crevices of a dream bent on destroying me.
It’s quiet now,
As the sun shines in,
As life begins to stir
And the workaholics start their day with coffee and the morning paper,
I finally have some peace
Until the night comes, the day after today…
wrote this piece during my pregnancy when I was having one of those nighmares.