We Dream

Dream of quiet pools
Where liquid eyes stare hungrily
Through starry spaces
And strange reflections

Dream of empty skies
Lashed with winds
Cold and ceaseless
Where thunder walks

Dream of hidden caverns
Dim and dank and dripping
Where secret things
Creep and whisper

Dream of restless seas
That shudder with old life
Waiting, lurking darkly
Death is forgotten

Dream of sunken lands
Where shapes are wrong
Grim alien dweller
Slithers through cracks

We dream
And some of us never awaken...

©2005 Alan Peschke