Therapy Bits

In velvet dusk, the dream begins,
A whisper soft, a silver gleam,
But shadows slip beneath the skin,
And fear unthreads the fragile dream.

A whisper soft, a silver gleam,
Becomes a scream no stars redeem,
And fear unthreads the fragile dream—
The heart forgets what light can mean.

Becomes a scream no stars redeem,
The moon distorts, the heavens lean,
The heart forgets what light can mean,
While hope dissolves in nightmare’s sheen.

The moon distorts, the heavens lean,
But dawn restores the fractured scene,
While hope dissolves in nightmare’s sheen—
In velvet dusk, the dream begins.