in our sleep

misery

is part of it. so is
pain,

the shards
of suffering that are
in our

beds.
sleepless in our dreams.

we roll
from side to side
searching

for peace.

while outside there is

the percussion of rain,
the trombone of thunder.

we are mythical.
we are knights.

kings and queens.

we are no one in our sleep.
we are everyone.