Nightmare


On waking from violent dreams

And after the thunder and lightning
that tormented me during the night,
while I lay there tossing and turning
in my tangled sheets convulsed with fright,
came the sweet melody of morning
birdsong.

Bleary eyes opened wide to the sight
through the closed curtains in the dawning
where I could see a small chink of light,
and I wondered if there was meaning
to my nightmares or if my dreams might
be wrong.

And I drifted again into sleep
to the chorus of birds “cheep,cheep, cheep”.

 

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