Each Friday I post one of my poems.
For once, I do not linger in my bed,
But come awake and flee my sleeper’s couch,
For nightmares frightened—startled—me awake
And robbed me of the morning’s final rest.
Yet I will not complain, for I have lain
Too many recent morns too long abed—
Except, O Master of the gentle night
As well as of the hot and hectic day,
That I, for once, would rather last night’s dreams
Would fade away from memory and thought
As every dream I wished to linger in—
Save two—has left my memory, like mist,
Can vanish on a gentle breeze at dawn.
I wrote this about a month or a month and a half ago, after waking up in the grip of a nightmare. Perhaps writing this poem-prayer helped that fright to pass. In any case, I always welcome your comments, critique, suggestions, or any other feedback on this poem or any other part of my work. You can also read other poems I’ve written here on my blog; in particular, I’d like to know which poems you think are my best.
This poem is also posted on my wiki.