Morning is peace morning is soft The rip tide and labyrinths of dreams Frozen by chemicals and locked inside like The madness of a fly The dreams of flying and s** that lace my night are put away Neatly folded and readied for bed Sleep wiped from my eyes I awake; still I wonder what was real and what was not And feel as though the dark is my only friend Understands me Caresses me Awaits me I am not alone even as I sleep