two nights running


in two nights running,

    I dreampt of the place –

two nights in dreaming

    a nightmare.


and nightmares are rare

    in true technicolor.

too true to be true,

    too weird.


that first night – no one!

    no one was there.

no face familiar,

    no one I’d known.








    that no face,

was the same.


the next night, too.

    that was insane.

no one I knew,

    and none had a name.


no trace of the place

    from what I once kenned.

all change had erased

    it all   in a dream.


of what was   at one time

    I find I can’t keep.

two nights of nightmare

    before I would sleep.




©2013,Marvin Loyd Welborn

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.