Sleep’s Theater
~*~
Past midnight, during
Sleep’s Sahara hours
Dreams rise up as
Brain teasers which
Usually make no sense
Nor offer connection
Recognizable ~
I might close my eyes
Head on pillow, and
Wish for a drowsing
Castle on misty cliff’s
Edge which would at
Least relate tangentially
To novel-in-progress of
My daylight life ~
Or perhaps a slumbering
Beach walk…white sand
Undulating palm trees
The face I love coming
Toward me…but the
Romantic possibility
Melts away, mere vaporous
Mirage…as, transitioning
Between sleep’s theater
And alert real world, my
Mouth fills with taste of
Pot-sticker dumplings ~
I don’t rest well, brain
Changing reels with
Rapid haphazardness
Fatigue is the norm ~
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