Ghostly is the thought held
just before sleep absorbs
the last ray of errant daylight,
stumbling and sliding down the hall
of the inner sanctum of the dream.

Images present as if memories conjured,
escape the pandora's box of stoic reserve
held in reverence and trepidation
during the long and lofty hours of a day,
preserving carefully the levels of the world.

Apparitions swoop candidly in and out
of darkened shadows then as they play,
fleeting glimpses of lovers and foes alike,
hide in the game as the mind seeks,
with paralyzed hands and lips.

Slipping to the surface is consciousness,
just a moment away, yet the yearning
for the nightdream to continue urges,
and the psyche slips softly back,
embracing the pictures strewn across its stage.

Emotion thunders through the audience,
inviting the questions of the meaning,
to creep into the darkness as armies,
thundering with no sound to waken,
and then it finds its relief at last.

One moment too late, the spectral dreaming ends,
as the meaning floats off just beyond reach,
a hunger for understanding becomes the dawn
and then there is only the vagueness remaining,
to be recalled on another night's journey.

Thanks Silke..appreciate your very kind words..