The Last Dream

Sleepless hours turn gray and faceless. At last the mind veers away from itself that last sleep addled dream comes to you in tinted monochrome. This is where all our ghost live, there behind night exhausted lids. The dawn resurrects clocks and watches, devices flicker through the seconds, yet the late sleeper has only now fallen into a last dream. Then the ghosts who haunt themselves arrive, they all want you to read the sad stories they have become, and you do through you also rewrite their tales as if they were you awakening in their graves.