What Dreams May Come...

In a world where nothing’s as it seems

a place where left is right and right is wrong,

and daylight plunges into night headlong,

—I search for sanctuary in my dreams.

The hours pass, my busy mind can’t rest;

the second hand advances in slow motion

and minute hand exacts its retribution

still sleep eludes; perhaps this is a test.

How did such existence come to be

where nightmares take the daylight hours to task,

the snakes no longer hiding in the grass,

there’s no rest found in our reality.

I pray exhaustion finally overtakes

please Morpheus, help me to escape.

© Ginny Brannan 2020