Slumber Serenade

A poem about nighttime dreams and the effect of nocturnal ambience on one's imaginings.

The low sigh and heave of night

sifts in past the mosquito mesh

Of the window you left open.

Cricket composers and their ranks 

of assorted foot soldiers

Ready the steady, gentle trumpets for

Whatever reverie you’ve now

Slipped off to, removed from

The quotidian rhythm of your

domestic cage's heating, plumbing, insulation.

Freely one may now explore warped avenues,

alleys, empty city buildings

Careening so mighty above

They disappear into a firmament of

mind conjured from

Tidbit, remembrance, stitched crumbs 

Of experience and encounter.

It is reassuring to know 

That you are safe in wandering,

With the thin screen letting in zephyr

And orchestra, but holding firm against 

An all-consuming inky black.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[redd Brick Keshner]

Still around! Interstitiality and nighttime reveries inclusive 🙏🏻🕊