I wake up to the sound of trains
Moving through the valley below
Horns sounding off the low cliffs
Like the distant voices
Lingering from my dreams,
Urgent messages from that other world
Urging me to return,
Knowing the real danger
Isn’t in a sweat-filled dreamscape
But in the day to day living
Where snakes and spiders crawl,
I ache for the touch of spirits
Whose soft kisses still linger
On my tear-streaked cheeks,
Their breath clinging to me
Like a protective cloak,
Guarding me against those things
I know I must face upon waking,
Like a slick second skin
I wear beneath my clothing,
The train moves on
Lost in the ether of the real world
My ticket stuff expired
Until sleep greets me again.
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