DREAMS THAT RUN WILD Bats in the belfry zoom, Others are laconic in the room. People slumber, some awake I think, Wild animals elusive that hide and slink. Sunbeams blooms the plants to grow, Starting of a furl begin to blow. My mind sinks deeper into sleep, Visions enfolding as I wade in deep. I swim across oceans afresh, Squall splatters on my dreaming flesh. Pirate ships laden with gold, Captains shouts stern and bold. I turn nearly wake but still I lie, Gentle thoughts caress the sky. Unicorns canter in the grass, Others distant in mountain pass. Snow founders the air is cool, Flakes that are solid gently pool. Then the unicorns are still, As if sensing my intruding will. My lids flickers a roving eye, More vivid images waver by. A tiger a lion fur brilliant white, Gently running in the dead of night. Ghosts that frolic on the lawn, Then slip away at the approaching dawn. Alarm tells me it is time to depart, My eyes spring open with a start. Looking out the windows at the sky, Dreams are dissolving with satanic cries.Birth sign: Scorpio
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