Aging Dreams

Dreams dance unfettered
in the sultry night
enchanted by a princess pillow
and a matching light.

Dreams slither maliciously
in the night so hellishly hot
motivated by a pillow
marked with salty drops.

Dreams tease increasingly
in the neverending night
a pillow rumpled by sleeplessness
each hour a losing fight.

To where do the dreams escape
as the years slink by?
I think of all the dreams I've had
and slowly start to cry.

I used to dream of
fairytales and what I wanted to be
now at night I close my eyes
and sleep runs away from me.

Horrifying realities
from me my dreams take
I can't fall sleep at night
for fear I'll never wake.