Dream #3 Poem by Kyle Schlicher

Morning creeps along
Moving through the invisible darkness.
Like a driven mist of memories
Hanging upon the air
it has survived to exist once again
As the journey from midnight
Fades with sunlight crawling up and over
The sharpened edge of reality
As the demons of dreams gasp a final breath
Before disappearing back into the darkened depths of despair
Where they sleep....Waiting...
Waiting....
Waiting....
Waiting....

(12-11-1972)