Waking

From stygian gloom of darkness 

close to a twilight morn, 

out of the fog of morpheus’ womb, 

consciousness reborn. 

Emerging from the mind laid mists, 

and reaching for the light 

it rouses into waking thoughts; 

shrugs off vestigial night.

Rich reruns of inchoate dreams 

fade swiftly into dawn. 

As dreaming time is brushed aside, 

reality reforms. 

Bizarre and surreal kingdom 

of dreams and fantasy; 

once more tonight I’ll visit you 

to keep you company.

Steve Wheeler © 29 June, 2021

Photo © Steve Wheeler 2020

Blinded by the light

Silence of the night 

Solitude and cocoa mugs 

Congeal together 

Motionless in dark 

Not a sliver of light here 

In this pool of black

My eyes are open 

Or perhaps my eyes are closed 

Too dark to decide

My clock marks the hours 

Sentinel of a time slide 

As it slips away

Sleep eludes me now 

A whisper of a garment 

Keeps me wide awake

Morning will soon come

Dawn will caress my window 

With her pale fingers

Insomnia reigns 

My mind busy with its thoughts

Resisting all rest 

I fall silently 

into the vivid dreams of 

Rapid eye movement

Sudden hypnic jerk 

Dream of falling from great heights 

Wide awake again

My bedside lamp stand 

Switched on inadvertently 

Blinded by the light 

Steve Wheeler © 10 March, 2021

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Have you seen the moon?

Have you seen the moon?

Have you really looked?

A harsh mistress or a dainty maid

A balloon deflated and then remade

By day or night in light or in shade

A pockmarked elusive renegade

Have you seen the moon?

Have you really looked?

Have you seen the stars?

Have you really looked?

A string of iridescent beads

A shiny scattering of seeds

A glowing carpet on the breeze

and all the wonder that it breeds

Have you seen the stars?

Have you really looked?

Steve Wheeler © 25 February, 2021

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