Late to Your Own Arrival (poem)

And like the midnight dreamer,

when the sun rises, the images fade.

Just a flicker like the spark,

that ignites the initial flame.

Be still my heart,

dreams are meant to be created.

Hold onto the clouds from which your tears fall,

they'll surely dry them too.

Once your head hits the pillow,

let the world slip slowly away.

Close your eyes, the darkness offers peace,

Hold out your hand, don't be afraid.

Listen to the melody of your heartbeat,

Silence will surely swallow you whole,

so shut not your ears, just eyes.

Grasp the vision that haunts your days,

finding meaning in the remembrance.

As day dawns, as it surely will,

you're shaken, awake.

Now, repeat the cycle.