That feeling that blankets mid-morning,
Coaxing you back to slumber
So much unlike true sleep.
Your bones of liquid lead drag you down
Your mind is heavy, yet, your thoughts fly.
This is the strange twilight time
When time is immaterial and reality an afterthought.
Reality? No, realities; so many merging together,
Descending to you in a fog.
Shapes are dancing in my eyes,
Shadows laugh and lightning cries.
Whispers scream, cold is hot,
Up is down, right is wrong.
Fever dreams haunt me tonight;
Full moon howls in clouded skies.
Come the dawn when I awake,
There’ll naught but fears a-fade.
Deep in my delirium though,
I am calm and safe and home.
None can harm me in the fire;
None can reach me is my desire.