Astral Projection in Nightmares

[Paddygirl]

Grey shadows fall and seep through seams
Morphing threads of mundane life
Becoming complex patterned dreams
By weaving trailing webs of strife

And from these fragile, fractured streams
No meed or recompense be bought
As darkness covers days last gleam
Invoking astral planes so fraught

Substance seeks a hallowed haven
In which to gain some sweet reprieve
Clash of will ‘tween dove and raven
And caverns echo cry's of grief

A coffin-weight of worry grows
And thus portends with sagging dread
When everywhere an ill-wind blows
On veins of deconstructed web

Feelings stripped and harshly flayed
With chords of tension holding taut
Solace cloaked in darkening spray
Where true will can, and must, be sought

To deviate from one’s true course
Will take from where the answers lie
Bravely face opposing force
For mystic birds of peace to fly

Rest is claimed with this now ending
Amidst brilliant, shimm’ring glow
Unveiling mists from light transcending
Revealing higher realms on show

A soul is salved in darkened hour
Once-fractured thoughts, restored
Free from chaotic evil’s scour
To journey back on silver chord