Lorenzo Buford
He lay sleeping
While twisting
And turning around
Attempting to toss
Himself from his nightmares
And I sat up, looked at him
My sleeping Trick,
The one who walks the streets
Looking for comfort from a stranger's embrace.
Yet I am no stranger but the Friend;
And I watched him sleep
As my head separated into nine heads
Into nine dimensions
As I whispered the heku
And my wings unfolded
As I shielded him with myself
As Nightmare moved about
Because it could no longer
Stick it's tentacles into his mind
As if they were straws.
As he lay sleeping,
I protected him
From Nightmare's rain.
NEXT: Angel in the Whirlwind
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