Vague or vivid
it is there.
Always comin’ ’round for joy,
sometimes for a scare.

Emotions and feelings
naught are spared.
From its joyous embrace;
or its morbid disgrace.

They can be overwhelmingly glamorous,
perhaps ambitiously grandiose.
So the next day is anticipated
to bring the same pleasurable ooze.

But it could also bring fear,
or tumultuous despair.
That may to the extreme bring trauma, and sleep we cannot bear.

Sometimes it would feel real,
but just there, we lay.
Still, and with eyes shut,
Our spirits just wandered away.

Almost every one live through it,
but some simply give in.
To the magical powers of sleep,
Or the personified terrors it bring.


MR @ 2010


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