Shadow Ppl

I close my eyes to fade away
Locked in, tucked in,
Alone and warm under my blankets,
Suspension between the Here and the Unconsciousness
Aid in the lie of Peacefulness

(Unaware)
Shuffles breeze against my cheek
I’m startled by an unexpected scamper
Shadows slowly drifting beneath my door

One-by-one they glide, taking their place along my smoke-stained walls,
Covering the worn-out flower pattern until every inch is Darkness

(Terrified)
My eyes glance over, dancing over each figure--
Spin, spin, dipMy pupils focus on:
Nothingness
And,
Nothing still
An emptiness of depth
I blink to rewet,
(An attempt to rattle my sight)
My hands clinch the pillow,
My voice screams in whispers, “wake-up, wake-up”

(Halted)
Until alas I see shades
And hues of indigo, of crimson
I see the beauty that can only come from Imperfection

(Stoically)
I inhale my fear, smelling the sweetness of Acceptance

My eyes close again, heavy from exhaustion
Fading away, as intended
Curled up, rolling, and uncovered
Opening much later
Resigning these figures and this sleepless restfulness
To Reality
Wherein the spectrum of the shadows dissipate into a
Fog of silky holiness--
A gossamer memory
I weep inside to know my tears can’t decipher the This-From-That
Desire from Hate 
All they know is to fall and be soaked into the earth
Falling further into the blues and reds
The purples
The blacks 
As I’m swallowed by Shadow People
Every night,
As I float through time
On and on and on again