Watching the Dreamer

The face twitches again against some visage.

The lights are dim

The fan dances with life.

I wear her over my body

to warm her icy skin.

Her eyes tightly shut

As she faces darkness.

Eyelids spasm.

Neck and head searching

wildly for the exit

of her brain’s abyss.

Her body twists

like a coiling snake

to escape mental monsters

her mind manufactures.

Her body falls limp.

Is she resigning to her fate,

becoming a Minotaur meal,

or completing the escape?

Despite desperate desire

to deprive her of agony,

I don’t wake her.

Experience has shown me

That the mind’s war,

Whether won or lost,

always ends the same

Opened eyes

and flowing tears.