(Sally Lynn Masters' Thank You To The Dream Whisperer)
Dear Dream Whisperer of my deepest nightmares…
I thank you for finally showing me the way to the light upstairs.
My way to the freedom from the horror of my many despairs…
Came to me when you took away the mental derision that impairs.
How do I show my gratitude to the savior of my sanity?
How do I express the love I have for you without profound profanity?
How do I write down the words of respect for your humanity?
Here is one poem to express my respect in words of dream relativity.
You returned my sanity, dear Dream Whisperer of my mind.
You brought me back from the darkness that made me blind.
The creatures are gone… my mind is now mine to find…
And here is an example of… your rescue from my mind declined.
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IN THE DARKEST PART OF THE NIGHT
(Falls Church, Virginia)
In the darkest part of the night,
When the little ebony things that fear the light
Come out from beneath your sleeping site...
They crawl silently upon your chest to observe your life light.
And if you are strong enough, this night,
They simply crawl back into hiding to avoid the morning light.
But if your life force is weak and lacks the might...
They steal a part of your soul to use it for flight!
They will flutter around your abode like little bats,
Hovering above you awaiting the clues, like stealthy cats.
And if you are weak enough on that night of bad stats...
Your soul will be taken to the land of death and gnats.
If you are a Horrorwalker follower and you fear not death or hell,
Then you welcome the challenge of the battle for your soul to tell.
You've got until the sun rises for the creatures to return to their dell...
To force the little imps to stop chasing you like a wind blown sail!
Oh, you will make them return your inner id.
You claw and fight, striking with your sharpened fid!
You remember it all as that "recurring stupid dream" bid...
But you know, don't you, it's all too real, god forbid!
SLM
