Here's a poem I just wrote..

[supervixen1979]

At Dawn

I wake
from a dream,
tenebrous phantoms
tangled with reality,
worlds twisting,
matting together
and it fades,
blank-
like a word
lingering
in the dawning
grey morning
of the brain
sun crouching
just below the horizon
and everything pale,
itching,
anticipating
the moment
when its first
fibery finger
reaches over the edge
and grabs hold
of a rock,
or an expectant face
then pulls itself
onto its haunches
and springs into the day-
but the thoughts do not rise
and everything waits
in infinite,
questioning silence,
for the dawn
that never comes,
sun swallowed
into another reality
snatched up
and planted,
like a half-grown tree,
into another world,
lost until,
in futile attempts to untangle,
I catch a whispered
glimpse
of golden,
hidden memory
hiding its face.