Sleep, Dreams, and a Poem
The Incubus’ Flash-light
He looked inside my head
And found a dream
He didn’t like;
As I looked back at him,
I found an incubus
Shinning a light
(and stole this poem from
himlast night).
Thoughts: Dreams and Poetry: in dreams we let go of our inhibitions; in poetry we write them back out. Some seem to be divine messages, while […]