The Nightmare Poem by welkin siskin

The moonbeam kissed



the front of your light brown grimace



And it reflected toward me



brightening the dark lanes of my night forest walk.



It dazzled like the pearl in the hands of a sweet love.



The unpleasant roars of grimalkin and wild beasts



When flustered the restful boondocks,



The vines and the new spring sprouting greeneries,

humming duet strum



of endless sweetness



you lifted up your voice



with the rush of whisk



purring magical shower- drops of tune



across the backwoods and tree-shade shelter



till the hedge of obstruction.



The diva was no more,



The chanter of copse and wildwood,

the nightingale was no more.



In this lurid dream of the dark



I would, otherwise,



have been the one broken out in sweat



In the speechless fear of roaring thicket.



Alas! You came and awoke



the dying spirit



lost in the horror of forest



In one of my nightmares.