The fangs are bared, rumbling in pain
is the large sea-horse in the clouds
Colic making it turn upside down
Gnashing its block of yellow teeth ,
biting into cotton candy
It lolls its head, wild-eyed in terror
Unable to stand on its mighty legs,
Flailing and groaning in sheer agony.
The dream pops like a soap bubble
And I look at the dark window
Just in time to see the moon rush furtively by.
Seconds later she composes herself
posing among the flowery cotton
As if she has been pasted there for eternity
Why did she storm my flimsy fort
Thwarting my secret nightmare before its gory end?
I see tiny winks in the cosmic bedspread
And the silent, sleeping form on the other side of the bed.
I get your message,my night angels
It is the hour of making amends!