Awaken To Dreams

The exhortations would not
go away, the never-ending
unreeling of sub-conscious
interrogation hysterical and
delineated, flying on pseudo
ephedrine, swallowing the
phlegm exacerbated in
dreams still half-awake.

Caught in-between,
tortured by meanings
all too clear with real
emotions attached, all of
these things palpably near,
unseen in light of day,
gasping and groaning,
comprehending nothing.

Somewhere sleep ends it,
somehow it ceases; in an
unchallenged hour blissful
release wins respite, comfort
and peace descends. In a
moment’s sleep before dawn
the slate is cleaned, memory
erased. Awaken to dreams.
© I.D. Carswell 2007