Sweet Dreams

This is a revision on a piece I submitted earlier.

Wrapped in cerulean silk,
she rules the sky.
Fluttering about.
Her hair trailing behind
in flowing streams.
Her quivering touch moves me
as she reaches into my mind.
Softly and innocently,
she gazes down at me.
Asleep beneath her,
my inspirations are at her command.
I glow with the warm visions
she projects into my head.
She sings to me melodies
of raindrops and flowers
as we dance about the air.

The fog closes in around us.
Shadows emerge
from all corners of my thoughts.
She cackles and becomes all my fears.
With the wind, she transforms
into my failures and faults.
With a swift kick,
she snaps my neck.
Fallen trust
turns to dust
and scatters
around my dead, naked body.

Reviews

[Virellius an Fiach]

Dreams scare me. Beautiful. I love it.

[lori c]

have you been spying on my dream life this past week? i love the femaleness of the dream giver. and no not because of her capriciousness but because i believe dreams, dark or light, nurture and guide us. such the loving caretaker in the beginning and then she ;;;cackles';;; what a great word for it has imagery all of its own.