April Thirtieth

The comforting blanket of the night
Slowly drifted down over the
Worn
Haggard
Town.
Crickets chorused in the last light of the
fading...evening...sun...
Much had happened in the past month
Followed by what would happen in the next
Made clear by the darkness.
The child-feared realm of
Infinite possibility
Stretched out before her.
When light gave way to darkness
And order to chaos
And the monsters
ROARING!
To escape one's mind
Became intangibly real.
But,
As growing had shown
The darkness that brought real the monsters
Also gave life to beautiful
Impossible
Unbelievable dreams.
Where once stood an
    Exhausted...
       ...weary...
              ...tired...
Town.
Stood a
  Tall
    Strong
     MYSTERIOUS
Forest.
A forest only she could see.
The Forest of Dreams and Nightmares.
Not so different as you might think.
So similar, in fact, that they are one.
Through this forest she traveled
Watching over the
    Deepest
       Hidden
          Darkest and lightest
Thoughts of the town's subconscious mind.
Compared the forest
She had the stature of an ant.
Not half as large
As a half-forgotten dream.
She crawled and climbed
Watching fantasies and sorrows.
A goal achieved
   A test aced
      A friend cheated.
A game won
   A dream followed
       A devastating accident
A first kiss
   A nervous man preparing to propose
      A lonely girl, weeping over the loss of a love never won.
They walked through The Forest of Dreams and Nightmares,
Not as different as you might think.
She shared in their sorrows and triumphs,
Until the Coming of the Light:
   Bringer of order
   Destroyer of peace.
She watched as the darkness reseeded
And the light reclaimed
Furious monsters
  Turned back into old sweatshirts
And previous realities
   Into impossible dreams.

April Twenty Ninth

Tiny blonde fairy
Dancing around
Circle of mushrooms
A trap for the mind.

April Twenty Eighth

Reality's
Predictably unpredictable storm
Envelops everyone in its
Complicatedly simple patterns.
Wondering spirits
Drift past each other
Without realizing they're
Wondering at all.
Small miracles
Constantly unnoticed.
The mysterious wonder of
Life,
Commonplace.

April Twenty Seventh

The word thief
Moves swiftly from
Book to book
And mind to mind,
Spiriting innocent vocabularies
Off into the night.

April Twenty Sixth

She fell,
Exhausted,
Into another
Spinning
Reality.

April Twenty Fifth

He stood at the gallows,
Patiently awaiting
Imminent death.
He had been
Stripped
Of his ice-blue raincoat
And stood now
As any other.
He did not resent
Only hoped
That as he left this world, his
Dream
Of a better one
Would not
Leave
With him.

April Twenty Fourth

Value
Had once been placed
On the great leader
In the ice-blue raincoat.
But as the rebellion
Continued climbing
To a lofty place of
Near...
     ...Victory!
They felt a little too safe.
When they crashed down,
So
Did the blame.
And the once proud
LEADER of the rebellion
Fell prey
To the war
He had created.