Night Vision

is it a dream
that silent flash
behind our eyes
lingering still
with the morning light
a bit of darkness from
our souls

dreams, masters of
nights sweet call
fill our hearts and
minds, a double blind

nightmares roll by
dark clouds
that rain down their fear
as dead leaves fall

night walks it’s beat
vivid images turned real
magic horses up and down
merry go round ever
spinning it’s web

but we are free
once morn’s light
creeps to fill
the dark places

what was that, we might ask
as a black shape flits
across our vision
just a dream, a fragment
of night and time

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About Cassiopeia Rises

I am an artist and a poet writing and living in NYC.
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4 Responses to Night Vision

  1. Much thanks Robert. I am glad you liked it.

    Melanie

  2. Tim Keeton says:

    night walks it’s beat

    I like that, Melanie.
    Rhyme on!
    (Thus spake the Undead)

  3. gnarlyoak says:

    It has always been hard for me to write good poetry without rhyme, and you did it so incredibly here. The flow is awesome! Nice work – thanks for writing it (my poetry will probably improve having read this)

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