Other Dreams Poem by Bryan Riley

I had them all-
the dreams.
the same ones
everyone has...

The pristine meadow
transformed into
something sinister

the Chase- being
pursued by something
that could cause
sudden blindness just by
turning around and
looking upon its face.

my Fears, manifest-
I understand how it works

Then there was the other-
the dream we shared,
steeped in reality;
so beautiful it made me cry

Changed forever
for the worsemade grotesque and too
terrible to ponder
on the day you
turned into something
less than human