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
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