This early morning’s dream rushing back
From the air rushing from my pillow’s
Selected playback, laying awake
awaiting self- created melodies to sing me to sleep

Blue sparks gentle in the dark
eclectic vicarious by my invisible hands
crafting complete creativity
Simultaneously knitted with resting eyes

Poetry and singing
The discoveries and beauty I make
before leaving Forever until  morning
Inside my dark knitted womb of sleep

Blue giants of dreams
Gentle giant, creativity
Hold my hand while I sleep

Anxiety plagues me
I cant breathe
Why would my dreams attack me?
I fell in peace and woke into war

Falling down fatigued letting down my guard
Unable to defend with the fall of sunlight
Remind me the magic and the art of breathing
This vague memory revived with words  
The sunshine of my nighttime songs