A Midnight Test Poem by chris littlejohm

Its nights like these when
I feel at my best and think
that things are changing
That subconsious calls
With a test and bridges all
The distance

Hope is the trigger that
Opens the door and let's
Her inside my head, she
Only come while I sleep
When my defences soften
And grow weak

In the midst of all the goings
On third eyes perceive no
Wrong, a dreamers dream
Knows what the sleeper needs
But the id and ego are
Different parts of me

Soon lucidity sings and
Begins the awakening
Suddenly all is clear and
I know nothing is real, with
ache and anger i dismiss the
Stranger and feel hopeful no longer