The shadow of an unseen power
Drifts in my sleep ocean of fear.
It wades through the crest of the moonlit waves,
Crashing contempt on their platonic shorelines of nautical sand dunes.
While my deserts are bathed in gamma rays, my mountains are draped in permafrost flotsam.
The shadow is very calm,
It sleeps very much like death!
It looks to the gates to escape,
But the gates are unhinged and chooses to stay with me to the end!
It knows that it’s no consequence that the same whispering wind that plays with my hair can destroy a thousand lives and misery to this sole survivour!
That cry within my soul, disturbs the spoilt child!
How the judges can never lament,
They hand down strange thoughts which become strange deeds.
No sooner will the shadow begin to freeze!
Its power in remission
Free falls into submission!