If you have survived grief
Then you have learned
How to exist within a nightmare
If life is an inconvenience
If it doesn’t fit into your
Picture perfect frame
(Except for where you
disconcertingly find room)
Then it’s clear that
You already know that nightmares
Can come true
A dream can become a
Flailed fantasy but can a
Nightmare become a dream?
Snow hangs above me
Resting on my brow
The sun is traveling sideways
Rather than up or down
Just as Kiribati floats
Along the equator
My heart sinks with the
Rising of the moon
No holiday exists yet
To celebrate or forget it
If a candle burns
No one knows who lit it
When you finally opened
My eyes decoding the dream
I thought to be a nightmare
It was still only a dream
© GÄ
Poétique 