In the silence of shadow,
The clock ticks.
A gentle rhythmic sound
There is nothing to fear.
As time passes,
The heating clicks,
Settling down to night,
And sleep beckons near.
Silently walking
Along the sands of time,
All is peaceful and serene,
Until rolling waves tremble,
Blown sand leaves me blind,
And Black Water rises.
Cascading and vicious,
Blocking my way,
Pushing me back
There is no escape.
I flail my arms,
Claw for purchase,
Balance is lost,
I feel myself drowning.
Legs sucked under sand,
I fight,
My heart pounding.
In a half world of light and night,
Knowing I’m asleep and dreaming,
I sense I am alone,
Only I hear my screaming.
Wake me! Help me!
None hears my calling,
Snatched and trapped in Their clutches,
I’m falling,
Falling.
A glow widens in my dimming vision,
Shadowy forms materialise,
Four eyes gaze with precision,
Force back the terrors behind my eyes.
Black Water recedes,
Safety beckons,
The clock ticks.
My Demons are closer,
I must not dwell on their tricks.
My guardians are near,
But something distracts them,
Tormenting them in dreams,
Knowing they must rest at night.
Black Water lingers
In the depths of deep darkness,
I must not let it surface,
And leave on a light.
Note:
Whether my dream was connected to the angry seas of recent days, I don’t know. I only seem to have this type of nightmare when I’m troubled, upset or angry though.
At the moment, I can’t concentrate for long periods, am snappy with those I love, and my emotions are a bit choppy and irregular, hence my reference in this piece to Black Water.
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