Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, December 4, 2011


Neil Gaiman's The Sandman
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When night's black hand chokes out the light
You pray like hell to fall asleep
And there find madness or delight
You're in the Dreaming, dark and deep

Within this realm, King Dream does rule
This is the land he calls his home
The dreams he conjures may be cruel
Beware the time after the gloam

What you expect is what you see
Sand in your eyes, you sleep and then
When dreams become reality
You may not ever wake again.


Sherry Blue Sky said...

ooooh, powerful with a jolt while reading the last line.

Christine said...

terrific first stanza that sets the mood, love this

Fireblossom said...

You're scaring me, Mouse. Plz leave the light on!

Claudia said...

i think i already feel some sand in my eyes...smiles...nice when dreams become reality...of course only the nice dreams..

Brian Miller said...

nice...this was so surreal and unusual i was instantly attracted to it as a teen...gaiman still inspires me through his short stories and poems...have most of his books...

Kerry O'Connor said...

Neil Gaiman is one of my all-time faves! I like the way you have captured the slightly eerie, unsettling atmosphere of the separate realm of sleep.

Bouncin' Barb said...

Very real! Loved it. I have some intense dreams so this one really hit home. Thanks.

oceangirl said...

If only we could control our dreams. This is a powerful write.

Caty said...

this is kinda creepy, but I loved it :) This may very well be my favorite of the day

Pat Tillett said...

I'm an intense dreamer and this one really connects with me. It's so dark...