above a single bed stuffed in a small closet
offering only enough room to reach the doorway
& strut outside; protected from nightmares,
my fulsome slumber interwove subconscious thoughts
& sleeping fantasies where high school sweethearts
walked like supermodels, I spoke like Casanova,
moved with the grace of a panther & style
of a coyote, searching for blue moons to guide
new adventures & places I never get to observe
during waking hours where sunlight glares, colors mute
& even best friends remain bent on acts of deception--
lacking personal dream catchers to capture
negative energy, allowing only good visions to pass.