My Night's Passing

My Night's Passing

Am I to shrug off the past night’s passing,

One of tossing pillows, tearing sheets from their lashings.

It didn’t begin as a fight to the death,

But at midnight my dream world became stressed.

Magical animals all in good stride,

Walking, running, coming in from all sides.

I wasn’t looking for a fight or to play some game,

I was hunting for a person that’s why I came.

Searching through the dark foreboding black trees,

I was trembling and quaking from my head to my knees.

When all around me Huskies could be seen,

Keeping watch ever vigilante they appeared in the scene.

All around me they walked looking this way and that,

Making sure I wasn’t alone adorned in my coat and my hat.

But soon they scattered away in a manner of dread,

As I stood without them still searching in my head.

There were shadows all around, some came to play games,

In the dream, in my head, on my bed, it eventually came.

As times before, I did not see him, this visitor in the night,

But the sensations all around me caused me great fright.

Once I found the person I’d come to get,

I couldn’t stop or wait or even sit.

Trembling and shaking from the dream I awakened,

To escape the world, this illusion where I was taken.

I shook the feelings from my spirit and thoughts from my head,

As I walked through my house to each room I was led.

I checked each corner and all of the places.

To be sure the visitor, the specter occupied no spaces.

It’s not my plan to be taken to such locations,

In my dream world filled with colors, feelings, and frustrations.

But I have come to understand through my night’s traveling,

That all I have to do is stop and realize that I’m dreaming.

For: Astrid