A Dream at Noon

Written by: Cedrick Koolced

Of what shall it be told?
This midday dream,
That glides to place on hold;
And bodies forth its form like a stream

And yet in this film, the twelve obstacles
Could not hold
When in strength Hercules triumph
But not on a platter of gold

I see, and though through a glass
Thrilling scenes
That then make crass
Like two days between twins

Every hour encapsulates terror
But against all odds awoke I
Running to behold me in a mirror
Whether or not I did cry