Maybe She Will Dream Of Me

… Or maybe she won’t,

She can dream anew but vision shifts and blurs

When nightmares rock the boat and reality stirs.

I tried to cuddle her close as the skies turned red

And dark enough that the clouds themselves bled.

Closing your eyes doesn’t always turn out the light

Because we can’t look away from our interior sight.

Perhaps, another dream is what it’s gonna take

Another day, another life is what you’ll have to make

And I pray for the day that you again awake.