Dark Poem by guillermo veloso

Morning is peace morning is soft
The rip tide and labyrinths of dreams
Frozen by chemicals and locked inside like
The madness of a fly
The dreams of flying and sex that lace my night are put away
Neatly folded and readied for bed
Sleep wiped from my eyes
I awake; still I wonder what was real and what was not
And feel as though the dark is my only friend
Understands me
Caresses me
Awaits me
I am not alone even as I sleep