Full Moon Madness
Dead people dancing.
Voices of the dead.
Of betrayers and lost loves.
Voices of strangers in the night.
Bursts of light in the darkness.
often with music.
Full moon madness every night.
as if your mind rebels in the dark,
unwilling to allow you the peace you dream of
in the day.
About this poem
I dream a lot. In color. Often with a soundtrack. So vividly that at times I wake up and it takes a moment to determine which is real and which is a dream.
I am sure a dream reader would have a field day with me. Mostly, I am glad they fade quickly.