Awakening

I blink an eye, to wake to day,
As visions from a slumber,
Merge, dance, then fade away.

The fast approach of a familiar light
A beacon, a burning torch,
The signal of a winning fight.

The beast of dreams has lost his hold
He grasps and clutches,
His loss. His precious mould.

Awake, alive, clearing sight,
I’m free from demons,
Now, for awhile, until tonight.