Dreams

Chrissy? pre 4/86

I lay in the tomb,
Web-covered memories.
Spell-casting monsters,
Lurking in shadows,
Tossing their visions
Into the light.

Go to the curtains.
Monsters run deeper,
Fearing the blinding light
Which they know will come.
Draw open the curtains,
Haunting visions disappear.

I see through the window
The deeds of the day,
Yet at night I draw closed
The heavy-lace curtains.
The creatures return
To create nightmares
          once more.