La Luna

 

That sideways smile

in the air,

it reminds me

of a moment shared.

A memory wisp

floating

in the space

between my ears.

It sparks electricity.

Reminiscing about

the sway of your hair.

The way you looked,

like a queen,

moonlight crown

adorning your head.

Robed in jewels

of the finest night,

and my lips

form a smile.

 

That crescent grin,

a pleasant evening,

Amongst the countryside's flora.

We bathed in the liquid light

of earth’s natural satellite.

My heart moon sized,

It beat out a tune.

A song of la luna.

The stars swooned,

as souls lit up the atmosphere.

A smile shared,

stuck like glue in the air.

 

That smile,

it reminds me

of beauty.

The kind that lives

behind the eyes.

It sings songs

in cosmic tongues,

that still echo inside.

Translated by

the loving glow

that sits on high.

 

That smile sits ready to kiss,

lips desire to be pressed,

hearts want to hold in a caress

and watch

as the moon

undresses every fear,

rebalances the air,

makes inhibitions leave here,

as we sit and stare

deeply into eyes,

seeing wide open skies

and loving countryside.

 

 

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Dream thieves

 

As moonlight leaks

through creaking windows

in the lamented hours,

long after midnight,

hours when all

should be at rest.

The dream thieves break in.

Storming the nest.

Creeping through the shade,

keeping close to the walls.

Just shadows in the darkness.

Where they feel safest of all.

 

The inhabitants feel

the ice-cold drop of sweat,

the instinctive knowledge of threat,

but so tired and weak,

after hours have taken their best,

they just want to rest.

The sounds don't merely go bump.

In the night the sounds shout.

They are louder than

a bomb dropping on a glass floor.

The dream thieves

want you to fear, but more,

they want your dreams.

They have come

to steal your sleep.

 

The beings in the shadows

used to be wary,

for the night watchman

would make their lives

scary. For even

the dream thieves fear

his brimmed hat, the sounds that

strum from that guitar of his.

They shake in fear

when his name they hear.

Or they did.

But now the watchman is dead.

They can enter anywhere,

stealing the dreams

from your head.

 

They leave you empty, depleted.

Restful sleep has left the building,

all you now hold, is dread, knowing

that as you lay down your head

you won't see happy visions,

but a world of nightmares instead.

And more worryingly,

they are breeding

bringing more of these beasts

into our world

where they

will need feeding.

 

 

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Speak a nightmare

 

I want to speak to you

a nightmare,

it resides inside,

it aches in your mind.

The eerie residue

of a mysterious view.

The man who stands

crooked against a wall

when light leaves the room.

Just in the corner,

hidden under the gloom.

You won't see him if you look his way,

he fades into the shade,

only when you divert your gaze.

does this vision become less opaque.

 

I want to share with you a nightmare.

A dream, which got twisted

and then came true.

A dream that if you were there,

would leave you choking in dispair.

The man in the corner stands

picking strands from his gown.

He only hangs around

once the moon has gone down.

Under his hood, a distorted mask,

a scream etched in place,

a scream with no face.

A scream,

too real

to be a figment

of this dream space.

 

I want to share with you

a nightmare,

the man in the black gown

is well prepared.

He stalks his prey,

pouring through the darkness

like ink in a bathtub.

He watches both night and day.

If you see him move

in the dim light

it’s like a stuttering

strobing Xray,

all bones and decay,

jittering across the floor

like insects creeping

all over your doubt.

 

I want,

No.

I need

to make you aware.

The being in this nightmare

is standing right there,

just behind you.

Don't move an inch.

Don't breathe.

Don't let that

startled gasp leave.

Don't blink.

Don't think of running.

Just be as still as the dead.

Clear all thoughts from your head,

and even though you feel

a twinge in your chest,

don't breathe.

Don't.

 

 

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