Remix of Nightmares – Day 28, November PAD

Every nightmare has the essence of a dream
In a distant day and land
Beyond all we can see or touch.

Still curious about the rule, about the rhythm,
I listen carefully to what nightmares say.

They scream in silence,
as the sleeper will provide the noise.

They also speak abundantly,
but I don’t know a tad of their language.

© Mariya K, 2020

Author: soul mary

Writer, poet and reader