Dream work

as the shadows speak to one another 
in whispers above my traveling thoughts 
what to make of this seeker of deeper dreams 
 
I surprise them when I hear their voices 
through the lucid silence and 
the bending seams 
 
like a surgeon's surprise 
when a patient's eyes 
flash open from deepest slumber 
they are drawn to me 
in my dream scape sea 
and 333 is my number 
 
though I be the one in search of answers 
there are questions within you I raise 
for the King of lost souls 
and graveyard dancers 
can provide you a glimpse 
of your living days