THE NIGHT MARES
Restless
In a still night
No moon softening
Sharp stars
No cloud drapery.
Against this midnight
The night mares move
Sharing colour with the darkness.
What cannot find them is found by them,
There are no ways secret:
Spiraling stars leave every sky familiar,
Foraging herds by trails of green weeds
Breach every underwater sanctuary.
The night mares
Sleep standing up;
Contain any stallion,
Give birth in the middle of any weather,
Can knock bones, eyes, or internal organs out of any creature.
Simply by their passing
Men have been sucked breathless.
The night mares
Know where dragons come from,
And who, mothered by seas and singing desert sands,
The twin birthed are.
In languages that the thunder knows,
They answer one another.
Navigating easily unbridled,
No boundary deludes them.
Yielding, the only response they know.
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this first appeared in print in Searches For Magic by…
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Thought you’d segue from “night mares” to “nightmares,” but that would have been too, too predictable, don’t you agree? Thanks again for sharing. Scott’s getting much better, thanks to all the therapy he’s been undergoing. On a quiet a Sunday morning to you yonder, God bless. e/s
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