It rocked me in my sleep, it did,
Two thirty in the morn,
As if a bomb the house has hit,
And had apart me torn,
Then, with senses wide awake,
I, a moment had to think,
Curiosity, a hold did take,
To find out what that stink,
For still it was, still night outside,
Fresh air, no thunder clap,
Just a sea of starlight bright,
I thought, what is this crap?
The sheets I turned, as I was turning,
No timbers strewn across the lawn,
Perplexed, and thoughts discerning,
With these, I wrestled until dawn,
My God I thought, what dream was this,
Strange thoughts ran through my head,
Found in my dreams some bliss,
Relived myself in bed?
Soon relieved of any doubt,
I heard a cursing up above,
Get out of bed, I heard her shout,
As if a crack of thundercloud,
Such nightmares often now occur,
It’s worrisome to say the least,
The sense of my control does blur,
That separates a man from beast,
Let me not, I pray each night,
Fall prey to dreams as such,
To loose it all, would give me fright,
With all my senses stay in touch,©15/04/2011
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