swirling black veils of sleep

within which float so many dreams

some i everyday live

and a few

my mind does weave...

there are places i have yet to visit

and voices i need to recollect

there are faces

 i have before never seen

 yet these appear in my dreams...

intangible

yet i claim to have been touched

comprehensible they are not

 yet they make so much sense...

reality translated into compressed thoughts

that haunt me

through my hours of sleep

sometimes i do wish to weep

and pray for some real sleep

and not have these images creep into my mind

but this does not seem to happen

cos most times my rest is mishapen