Book of Dreams
The phantoms rode nightmares
across the night
fiery steeds
snorting balls of fire
They laughed malevolently
speaking in riddles
They carried a book of dreams
it fills my head
I speak in riddles
trying them on for size
They speak to me
dreamily
They ride alongside
my mind in the sky
I breathe these things
these riddles, these dreams
They flash inside of me
in black and white,
no colors in this dream
without any light,
they remain unread
They speak in circles
trying to see if they’ll fly
These nightmares of fury
These phantoms of the night
haunting, lurking the shadows
They speak to me
riding their nightmares
They laugh inside my head
speaking in riddles
These phantoms of time
carry this book of dreams
© CJ Clark
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Love your flow of thoughts.
Nicely done poetic!
Reindeer
well penned ...
Love Tinky
They laugh inside my head
speaking in riddles
These phantoms of time
carry this book of dreams
I know these phantoms... You have penned a master piece!
Love the title and the poem is outstanding!
Love, JC xoxoxo
A very deep thought provoking write.
Very well written, thanks for sharing.
Warm hugs
Elga