dreams, like damage, dwell in fetters: bedlam trials past
vagabonds summon blurry thoughts that ought be under vessel mast
nightmares maul with past-parted souls retrieved in light, the crisp fluorescent
what's sought to be forgot frolics fresh like april's bloom after frost's torment
seeming arbitrary, but doubtless with some means & end
she finds her way in, peace & repose she threatens to bend
soaring through the skies immemorial as like the night 'n gale:
is dusk's dark mare, flooding mind with her dark charm & whispers pale
her pallor may take hold of you, confine you dread-like doubled-over bile
but also with your trials, there be tides of bliss garnered in the chaos-laden erstwhile
