The Waking Dream

I begin the delusion by shutting my eyes waiting for the sweet delicious forgetfulness of sleep And tucked in that nocturnal bliss they came at first slyly with calm oceans covered by oil spills reflective rainbows of diaphanous dragon fly wings that morph into black tumultuous massive waves oceans rising houses shaking crumbling bridges as I wobble over hissing raging rivers then the dreams offered no escape, as they unfolded their own kind of mad reality: Men chasing me with knives, my my family sees me and I a complete stranger I try to convince them of the life we once had Sleep to wake wake to sleep Like a chain of nested prisons I wake to find the nightmare real I sleep to find the nightmares real And I wonder in reverie in lucid morning Hamlets soliloquy: "Oh what dreams may come"