Bad Dream, Daily 1
1: A bad dream will protrude in the new light
And the first conscious breathe will lapse,
Until the warm air of morning kills the night.
The dark images now simmer but not burn.
And the chaser and the tormentor must wait,
Until the moon composes the next nocturne.
Copyright © Autumn Ehrhardt | Year Posted 2011
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