Hiding in the closet
Among the underwear,
It waited ‘til the sun went down
And still, it waited there.
Time for bed. Time for sleep.
The boy he climbed the stairs.
And now he’s done brushing teeth-
To the bed that tousles hair.
Hiding in the closet
It heard him climb in bed.
It knew that soon, very soon
It would fly inside his head.
The boy he slipped quietly
Into the Land of Dreams.
As tired as a boy could be,
He slept – or, so it seemed.
Moving from the closet
It swam across the room.
A sailor dive; the boy’s ear-
The Nightmare disappeared.
The boy was riding dinosaurs
Across a velvet lake.
Entranced in Dreamland’s snuggle;
A thousand years from ‘wake.
It flew across the sky
Of the boy’s created dreams.
It became the dinosaur
To scare at any means.
The boy he felt the evil
Consume the dinosaur.
He dove into the clouds,
Tumbling more and more.
It chased him over dream-clouds.
The boy he’s looking back.
Running from the Nightmare.
Attack. Attack. Attack!
The boy remembered Love.
His mother’s warm embrace.
His father’s words of confidence
Brought a smile to his face.
The Nightmare felt the Love,
Love’s strengthening the boy!
The Nightmare’s power draining;
It’s weakness now employed.
The boy he slowed to turn
To face the ‘ole Nightmare.
Armed with Love’s confidence
Soon he’d lay it bare.
The Nightmare tripped and tumbled,
Kicking up the clouds.
Fear began to crumble;
The boy he laughed out loud!
The boy he kept on giggling
As the Nightmare blew away-
Thoughts of Love, of Mom and Dad
Here to save the day!
Then the boy he felt a hand
Brushing back his hair.
He looked up, waking, smiling
Into his mother’s stare.
“We heard you laughing loudly son.”
“Is everything all right?”
Dad was in the doorway.
Confidence in the light.
“Did you have a nightmare son?”,
Dad – he kindly asked.
“I’m ok, mom and dad.”
And again began to laugh.
“Back to sleep- silly boy.”
Then mom she kissed his cheek.
“Sweet dreams,” said dad smiling.
And the boy fell back to sleep.
Goodnight!
(*Are there any illustrators out there that want to collaborate for a children’s book?)
Poetry
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This is lovely! I was initially reading it as a poem written for adults, but your blurb at the end really made the reading experience different than how I first heard it in my head. I draw here and there but am no means qualified to be an illustrator. However, if and when this book comes out in print, please let me know!!
Anna,
Thank you so much! Any feed back is always welcome. Hopefully, I can find an illustrator. If you run into one who might be interested let me know. Otherwise, if it makes it to print I will let you know!
Thanks again for your input. : )