Most nights dreamless

Sleep found seamless

A border into restfulness

With no crossing guard.

My dreams get out during day

And at night I won’t dismay

For I’ve got magic in my brain

And lyrics in my vain.

I won’t wait for dreams at night

I won’t chew my nails and bite

It’s like waiting for high tide

While sitting at the lake side.

The body content in its fullness

In its being fed by outside sources,

And in the stillness of the night.

– Vagabond Prophet

        – Today’s prompt: 

Write about the dreams that keep you up at night.

Would love to see other peoples work on this prompt.