Fearful Dreamer

In his room of shadows,

A middle of the night insomniac,

Works his hide-and-seek game

Requiring he approach sideways,

As these sentinels of truth, we call mirrors,

Are ever alert.

A full-length lens of honesty,

Framed and cradled in ancient oak,

It stands erect,

Stalwart in purpose,

As he sneaks a view of its blank-wall vision,

Making sure his own image is to the side,

Hidden from reflective reach.

Such is hide-and-seek insomniac-nature

Of a fearful dreamer with nocturnal eye

Spying on the ruminant glass that knows only truth,

His most feared reality forcing careful movement about the vacuous room,

Avoiding the window threatening dawn as long as possible.

Shadows may hide his distressing reality from the never-sleep mirror,

But at daybreak, his protective sanctum will be exposed,

Affording little playroom to extend the game,

Still not willing to face his threatening dreams.

The one without sleep steals to the daytime sanctuary under his bed.