Dreams At Waking Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

The worst monsters come in the middle of the night,
They are heavy and sad, and put the mind in plight.

The specters appear before the sleeper, they are right there,
Sometimes they're even facing you, as you rise from the nightmare.

To go back to the demonic sleep is quite a task,
You either catch a favorite dream, or turn to the flask.

When the demon's dreams come at dawn, there is only one way,
Forget all dreams of sleeping and climb out of the hay.

But if the morning dream is fine and full of honey,
You wake to the day feeling happy and sunny.

In fact as you know if the dreams are so fine,
One prefers to turn over and doze until nine.