Category: sleep

Night Scapes

Last night I was dreaming. About what I can’t recall.
Now in the light of day it was a good time.
I was most interested, then odd and out of the blue,
I heard a voice yell, “MOM.”

In my dream, like an alarm.
It fit nowhere with anything that was happening.
Awoke I did. The time was not 3:15AM.
Dark was all.
And Quiet.
I listened.

Was it my REAL child? Was something happening and she called me with her mind?
Those circumstances would be dangerous for her.

I got up just to see. I sleep in the other wing. Isolated and alone.
I padded heavily back to her room and all was well.
I peeked in to see drawers half open, clothes on the floor.
Typical room. Typical teen.

I went to her. Pulled the covers back slightly and she stirred.
Her eyes opened but she did not see me….really.
This morning she had no recollection of my visit.

That call puzzles me still.
It was a voice of alarm from another place.
Another time.
Another dimension.
Me, it wanted. Me.
I hope she is alright
I could not get to her.

Call again……I am here!

Change is a Hard Thing

Change is a hard thing.
It taxes the mind and soul.
It frazzles the nerves and jaggles old thought patterns.
Resistance is ugly.
And trying.
And viscous.

Even more so when thinking is only one way.
With no room for options and no flexibility,
one really becomes a great liability.
It makes you crazy.
It hardens your mind.
It bitters the soul.


Constance resistance means strife
Day in and day out for no reason.
Discord and out of sortedness
is the front and center order of the day.

It drains my soul.

Escape is my way of finding solace.
Escape is my way of finding sanity.

Just bend a bit.
Happiness may come your way.

5 Comes Early

Five comes early.
Five comes early when you can’t sleep.
Why? Just anxious about the day or stressed about bills to pay.
Sleep is always just out of reach,
sitting over there having a cup of tea.
It looks at me from time to time,
looking at it’s watch……waiting for five.
Five comes early.

Five comes early when it is three and sleep finally decides to get into bed with you.
Tea? It has had enough tea. It wants to sleep.
Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
It wants to sleep and sleep past five.
Five comes early when you go to sleep at three.
Sleep fights at five. Why?
Five comes early.

Five comes early as you roll out of bed wondering if you ever really slept.
Dreamless, haunted and lifeless, the day begins.
Sleep taunts you all throughout the day.
It snubs it’s nose at five. It wants to stay and stay it does.
All day.
Because…Five comes early.