Betwixt Good Dreams & Bad

This first dream I hold in my heart so dear; it is comforting to me here. The second one that chases me with fear, shows me how far from sleep 'tis near. Such as it is my love does procreate the demons of my lasting fate. A house, a room, two faces swim eroticly but oh, for shame society ----- it keeps me from my destiny in sleep and I, so gentle; a little sheep whose fleece is fine, so soft and bright the thread of golden curls that hides your head. Then finally, a kiss, a farewell start - this nightly stint shall ru'n my heart. I wish to see your deepening eyes again another time, right here my friend. * * * The dark, fantastic vigor reaches in its hands so numb, like icy tin; and pressing force around me makes me 'ware a tundra queen, the great white bear. Down from the mountain vale, her timeless home - a mask of death, 'neath soil and loam. White hot terror fills my coiling bowels and not a soul to hear my howls.