Those Early Hours

 

When the depths of slumber draw us down

into a darkened well of another realm

We wander along unmarked passages

assailed by ghostly images which frighten our souls

Behind this veil we are temporarily trapped

subjected to fantasies, enticed into chaos

Seduced into salacious desires 

which burn deep into our longing loins

Fragments, images of others known and unknown

glide by or dance and torment our senses

We are led to where the darkness pulls like a magnet

gravitating into a complex series of memories

Often vibrantly portrayed we utter a gasp

in places unrecogniseable but yearned for in the past

We sleep through a kaleidescopic helter skelter

until dawn's first light restores our kilter

We lie inert to recall the memories of the night

but struggle to make sense of such matters aright

Glad to awaken, to embrace the light of day

we cast aside a night of endless fray