Morpheus Kiss

I woke drenched in sweat, confused and stressed.
My heart a bomb, ticking inside my chest.

A nervous wreck, using zen to relax me.
Assailed by the darkness of the dreams that attacked me.

First I was a spy in search of papers.
They were hidden inside of a house in the burbs.

I clattered around; noisy and easily heard.
Broke some pot plants, spat a few naughty words.

I stole a towel for some unknown reason,
then dropped it with the owners in hot pursuit.
Walked calmly by the cops, as they arrested others.
And processed them with their long, black, leather boots

Remembered getting arrested under false pretences.
Wondered why I'd take the risk for real.

Wondered what would happened if the coppers booked me.
Choked back thoughts of how my mum would feel.

Woke at 2am, and when I fell asleep,
I was with a mate, and surrounded by 5 gang members .

Their speech was rough,
and their faces mean, and worn,
and hardened, like their leathers.

They were poised to spring,
I smacked the biggest one with all my might.
He fell and the one beside produced a knife.

I grabbed him by the forearm and the head,
and chest to chest I reaped his closest leg.

His head hit the ground and blood poured from his ears.
And I froze in the light of the violence like a startled deer.

As the bombs of primitive violence exploded around,
I knew in my baser instincts could be found
a crude but decisive action that would save my skin.

So I grabbed my friend and quickly dragged him, and I,
over the ledge beside, and we toppled down the bank,
to bloody refuge.

And the gangsters tried to swim against the deluge.
But we lost them as waves of earth swept us from their reach.

I woke and thought the dreams spelled ruin,
and fought against my panic for what seemed like days.

But hadn't my fists and my wits and my instincts,
protected me from certain ruin and death?

And hadn't the dream of theft reminded me,
that fear of consequences for nefarious ways,
could be dispelled by doing right,
and to be reassured I need only do my best?

So in the storm I found its eye,
and made eye contact with it as I was swept up high,
and the storm eased and set me gently on my feet.

And the air was crisp, and the wine of life was sweet.