We watch the fireflies flicker <br />dim and dangerous in the darkness <br />and dream of stars above so bright <br />that they outshine the moon <br /> <br />We laugh at water rushing in around us <br />as we sink, sink, sink <br />and drown eventually <br />in our fears and even our hope <br /> <br />We shape the heavens in our dreams, <br />wondering at the impossibilities <br />and glitter at the clouds, <br />and dance for the stars and sing for the lost <br /> <br />We look at one another, <br />laughing, grinning, joking, enjoying...open our eyes <br />and gasp at the mirror before us <br />throwing back nightmares and fear <br /> <br />It is not the predator that hunts us, <br />that lingers in the afterglow, waiting <br />It is not the shadows that plot against us, <br />waiting for us to blow out the light <br /> <br />It is the crushing feeling in our chest <br />that leaves us empty, choking, wanting, <br />It is the flash of heat in our back <br />that paralyzes us and chains our tears <br /> <br />and smiles silver in the moonlight... <br />pushing us deeper into the night <br />where the sounds whisper in our ear to let it go... <br />to let the chance pass <br /> <br />We take ourselves home for the day <br />and rush, rush, rush to arrive <br />and search the tube for meaning <br />and think dark thoughts... <br /> <br />Until the scent, so common now, <br />wakes us up to eat and drink and laugh... <br />and fall asleep <br />like practicing for death<br /><br />Poet Dragon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/praecaveo-lectoris-reader-beware/
