Nights are thin
The air easy to breathe
The veil
Between what is
And what could be
Transparent
And easily manipulated
The mind can build one way
Or another
The main thing I’ve found
Is to keep watch on the reins betwixt fingers
Or the dream becomes untethered
And a person like me
Could end up
In a different dimension
Altogether
Things that appear difficult during the day
Can be solved at night
Time is stretchy
And thoughts turn into dreams
Then back into thoughts again
Awareness breathes
Like a dragon
With heavy eyelids.
Trying to stay awake
Slumber overtakes it.
Trying to go to sleep
Suddenly seems like the hardest thing in the world
And counting sheep
Is a ridiculous myth
I barely make it to three
Before
I’m already thinking of something else
Shape shift
Mood drift
And then there is the worry
The thing
It cometh
Heavy
Arriving out of nowhere
To iron everything flat
Then lodge itself in my chest
Heart racing in leaps
I turn
Back to counting sheep
One
Two
