Night Terrors

Night Terrors

A dim light inside the vestibule
No sounds escape the deep
Could time have slipped away somehow?
And left no air for me

Walk along and smell the grasses
Feel along and grasp the thorns
Could life have been so short, so fruitless?
For fear we’ve not been born

Wake the gentle monster sleeping
Allow his thoughts to taste the air
He may not know that life is greener
He may not even care

Worry me a life less gentle
I’ve seen dreams I cannot mention
Take a line from a weekend drama
False hope is not redemption

Feel my pulse so slow and steady
Nothing shakes and not my hands
Smell no fear and take no notice
Unconsciousness can’t stand

So shut off the lights at bedtime
Pull the covers tightly about your neck
Feel warm and cozy in your concrete lair
Sleep dry and never sweat