GRAVEYARD COFFEEHOUSE - The Best Of My Worst Undead Poetry

My Dreams Cry Out

My dreams

Cry out to me

Supplying within illusion

What reality cannot and will not give

In reverie

I meet you half way

Cavorting within the realm

Between Shangri La and the paradise of the heart

Seeking your majestic kiss like the full moon

To turn back time and relish

In what cannot be

Grasping Fate by the throat 

Making it relinquish passion and desire

Choking life from Truth

Long enough to break free 

From the ugliness in your stare

Running away to a sequestered room

Making love with furious intensity

To live this erotic vision until first morning light

And tearful goodbye

Opening my eyes

Seeing only ghosts in a splintered mirror

Yesterdays forgot and disinterred

Phantoms with painted faces and garish masks

Trying to deceive as I sleep

In my dreams lies the path to salvation

I am invincible 

Within the soft caress of memories

Even the nightmares call me friend

For I know in my heart

What is real.