Let me have nice dreams,

The floating drowsily downstream dreams,
Slack jawed and unfurrowed brow dreams,
unwoken by pummelling paws,
soft purring maws,
A sleep sunk deep in soft pillows,
on summer beds of dried leaves,
Heads rested in clasped hands we shoot the breeze
Recount glorifying tales,
Sage actors and our peers foretell, 
Of every avenue in which we excel,
and in shadows a changeling awaits,
to inhabit, inhibit, instate.
And never to wake…

But dawn breaks and we shake down the shadows and trust
ourselves, to this unravelling reveal,
kneaded and annealed; our shell,
that in dreams which the dark drew, and well…
Dreams of dolphin clicks and Delphic aunts 
who dispense and tenderly decant ice cold lemonade,
and of wise uncles, and fairy raids.