An Amused Subconscious

I fear the moment I will lose myself to dreams,
When my mind holds the reigns of my emotions
Like marionettes,
Suspended mercilessly in a mimicking darkness

I shudder at the loss of control
Fingers shackled and bruised, unable to turn the page
Reason, tarred and feathered,
Powerless, helpless, a silent scream

Liberated, unbridled unicorns in fields of poppy
Replaced by maniacal lashes,
As a tango- leather belt and pulse of life,
Wounded footprints on the dance floor

Universe, who has taken my spirit?
No longer can I feel the blood in my veins,
No longer the beat in my ears
I miss a step.

Light, thrashing, to find an opening
Behind my eyelids
The acoustic guitar strokes, caresses, soothes
One peek behind red satin

Chaos.
Toes, numb.
Future, numb.
Understanding, lost.

Floating wanderer, three feet above reality
Follower of daisies that turn their heads
Whisper a kind word
Then disappear.

Oh, sculpture, how stolid you seem,
Living in your whirlpool dream.