Dream-State Poem by John May
Dream-State
It's late, and dark. The TV's flick'ring white
Ghostly lights, and my darling's deep asleep.
What dream, what world is she caught in so deep
That her slumbers would twitch her frame tonight?
What haunting image puts her peace to flight-
What goblin had her moan my name, and weep?
Would that I could enter her dreams, her sleep,
Protect her, search out that demon … and fight.
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