by Karin S. Heigl
Honey-black, pitch-yellow dark,
The night is just a shrouded spark
Ambergreen, like violet.
Oh... not yet, not yet.
What’s this? Around the corner peeks
My dear, my dear.
“No!” you scream.
You toss and thrash and hit
Now the ashen glow with amber cheeks
You sink back in sleepy glee:
“Be calm, my dear,
Dream Entity, by Richard Ong
Copyright © 2017 by Karin S. Heigl