Sleepy Dreams


Sleepy dreams that bind us to the next,
 
Tripping into the rosy swirl

Like a drunkard weaving through the streets;

Such madness born here at the edge.

 
A prophetic call to join the fray,

Born in thunder, released in light,

Not at all what we expected,

But mends the cracks and breaks.
 

The world accepts the fastidious chaos,

And seeks the calming terror,

While we sleep between the sheets.
 
 
Posted at Sunday Whirl

Comments

  1. Jae RoseOctober 13, 2013 at 2:09 PM

    It is safe between the sheets..wrapped up in dreams..

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  2. UnknownOctober 13, 2013 at 2:10 PM

    visceral. and seeks the calming terror - brilliant.

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  3. Sabra BowersOctober 13, 2013 at 5:05 PM

    Dreams may mend the cracks and breaks. Calming terror...now that's a phrase.

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  4. daphnepurpusOctober 13, 2013 at 5:18 PM

    Well done!

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  5. The Real CieOctober 13, 2013 at 6:34 PM

    I'm prone to nightmares, so often I don't even find solace between the sheets. My nightmares have inspired a lot of my writing, however.

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  6. Old EggOctober 13, 2013 at 8:57 PM

    Dreams are like a lottery, a random selection by your tired brain that doesn't guarantee a peaceful night.

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  7. gautami tripathyOctober 14, 2013 at 12:46 PM

    Loved the closing lines...

    doggy tales

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  8. Magical Mystical TeacherOctober 17, 2013 at 8:24 AM

    Whoa! A prophet who calls us to join the fray! What kind of prophet is THAT?!

    My Sunday Whirl

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  9. brenda wOctober 18, 2013 at 2:15 PM

    fastidious chaos
    calming terror
    excellent juxtaposition!

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