Dreamcatcher/Lullaby for a Friend with Nightmares
The night has broken in, like a thief
And entered through the window,
Held you hostage
In your own bed, and is making you watch it turn
Your room into the shade of blue that the night likes.
Yesterday we sat, unfurling ourselves like orange pieces
Today you draw yourself tighter, saving the unfolding
For when you are asleep,
Your limbs hanging loose, your eyelashes curled tight.
A voodoo doll controlled in the way the night likes.
You know those stories in which you fall asleep
And your toys come to life?
Your are sleeping and so is your room, but you are in two rooms
And when you wake, you will tell me about this other room you
Were pulled into because that is what the night likes.
You are fourteen again and racing barefeet
Until you watch yourself become a dandelion.
You are six again and feeding the wolves
Until you are sixteen and the one feasting.
You are twenty again and naked on a metro
Until you are twenty and awake again and googling "exhibitionism".
You think about the dreams about sinking, and wonder what if you were born
Landlocked, instead of salted by the sea.
What would the night like?
Yesterday you woke up, and felt your paperweight heart sink.
Yesterday you woke up, and felt your heart punched and filed away.
Yesterday you woke up, drunk on some amnesiac
Yeaterday you woke up, drunk on some aphrodisiac
Each time turning to the other side,
Each time muttering angrily:
Who knows what the night likes?
Tonight I will curl by your bed, hissing like a cat
At this burglar of time, this villain of light,
This absconder, this overstaying guest, this red tapist who refuses
To tell you if tomorrow, there will starlight.
Tonight, I will be mosquito net, lampshade, ghostly comrade,
Tonight I will hold the night by the collar
And tug every time it brings a shadow upon you.
Tonight I will orbit you like the moon, and bare my teeth
In a sinister grin, just the night turns dark,
No matter what the night likes.
You are asleep.
Here, your heart and light squarely cut
Here, your thoughts breaking beams in your body
Here your skin on fire, here your breath of water,
Here, you becoming the music, the dance,
the disco light too cliché for the day
But exactly what the night likes.
The night has broken in, like a thief
And entered through the window,
Held you hostage
In your own bed, and is making you watch it turn
Your room into the shade of blue that the night likes.
Yesterday we sat, unfurling ourselves like orange pieces
Today you draw yourself tighter, saving the unfolding
For when you are asleep,
Your limbs hanging loose, your eyelashes curled tight.
A voodoo doll controlled in the way the night likes.
You know those stories in which you fall asleep
And your toys come to life?
Your are sleeping and so is your room, but you are in two rooms
And when you wake, you will tell me about this other room you
Were pulled into because that is what the night likes.
You are fourteen again and racing barefeet
Until you watch yourself become a dandelion.
You are six again and feeding the wolves
Until you are sixteen and the one feasting.
You are twenty again and naked on a metro
Until you are twenty and awake again and googling "exhibitionism".
You think about the dreams about sinking, and wonder what if you were born
Landlocked, instead of salted by the sea.
What would the night like?
Yesterday you woke up, and felt your paperweight heart sink.
Yesterday you woke up, and felt your heart punched and filed away.
Yesterday you woke up, drunk on some amnesiac
Yeaterday you woke up, drunk on some aphrodisiac
Each time turning to the other side,
Each time muttering angrily:
Who knows what the night likes?
Tonight I will curl by your bed, hissing like a cat
At this burglar of time, this villain of light,
This absconder, this overstaying guest, this red tapist who refuses
To tell you if tomorrow, there will starlight.
Tonight, I will be mosquito net, lampshade, ghostly comrade,
Tonight I will hold the night by the collar
And tug every time it brings a shadow upon you.
Tonight I will orbit you like the moon, and bare my teeth
In a sinister grin, just the night turns dark,
No matter what the night likes.
You are asleep.
Here, your heart and light squarely cut
Here, your thoughts breaking beams in your body
Here your skin on fire, here your breath of water,
Here, you becoming the music, the dance,
the disco light too cliché for the day
But exactly what the night likes.
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