In my dreams when sleep has pulled me in and held me captive,
we are naked. Our clothes lay strewn across the floor,
decades of pain left gingerly at the door,
Our bodies scream ‘Are you sure,’
Our eyes calmly whisper, ‘we need more’.
In the dead of night when I have escaped my confines,
and with the moons glow for light
we abandon our fears somewhere in the night,
as we devour the new sight,
locked in our room of creation we give in to the fight
for in this moment,
we are all that is right.
Karen Hayward ©2016