The tide of sleep

As the tide of sleep moves out,
Caves are left behind,
Long lost dreads and fears,
Now like dinosaur skeletons
Littering the early morning gloom.
Once I feared to tread
These spaces between sleep and waking,
But the tide has moved with time,
And I wonder at distant memories
Long abandoned now finally safe with teeth pulled out, venom drained,
So why does my stomach still flutter,
To walk in fields long ago left fallow,
By a mind consumed by adult things?
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9 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Trackback: The door between sleep and waking « The Mirror of Truth
  2. Jingle
    Aug 22, 2011 @ 17:20:14

    beautiful.
    glad to see you in our new site.

    Happy Poetry Picnic!

    🙂

    Reply

  3. The Noiseless Cuckooclock
    Aug 22, 2011 @ 20:16:00

    amazing wonders,

    thanks for sharing.

    Reply

  4. Morning
    Aug 23, 2011 @ 17:34:48

    awesome…

    have fun!

    Reply

  5. liv2write2day
    Aug 25, 2011 @ 00:02:27

    Posted a poem recently about that space between waking and sleeping. A powerful time of insights in my experience. Victoria

    Reply

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