The Perils of Sleep

In Darkness

Sinking into the meditation of silence

like drops of of water falling in a cave so deep so silent

that each splash rockets its impact out like the

sound of shattering glass 

then the tinkling ringing of each shards flight

flashes out into the imagine 

like stars out and a way
into the eternal night.

I sleep

dreaming of the the spaces between shadows

and the fading light

I run in and out of these sharp edged visions

as if I am but one more ghost

floating with the mists that surround the borders

of the secrets that I would like to keep

from the echoes drifting

down into my sleep

If I awake 

from the suffocations of fretful sheets

will I be conscious that I actually crossed

paths with an omen of my future

like a child's prayer warding her own fears

against the creatures that encircle 

her bed as she cries out

against the terrors that fills

the inside of her head?