Old age brings shallow dreams,
just under the surface of wakefulness.
Not quite reality, but neither
the vivid, passionate, shuddering
dreams of youth.
Sometimes I lie there in that
not quite wakeful state,
aware of aches and itches,
unable to move from tiredness
and the monotony of mild
and colorless dreams.
I long for even the
terror of a nightmare
to warm my body and blood
once again.
~Aiyana
