Vagaries is a poem I wrote for an on-line literary magazine on the Isle of Wight called Brevity. It is inspired by the dream world and and how things can seem real, and strange and sometimes scary when we are in the land of sleep.

Out of sight
In the dead of night
The vagaries take flight
Not faery wings
Or Pretty things

But ideas of wonder
Confusion, calamity
Often, they make us
Question our sanity

Off into the sky
To flutter and play
We forget to remember
What they mean to say

Whispering rainbows
Adventures and dreams
Swimming with angels
And unpleasant things

Another world awaits our attention,
Some may find it difficult to mention
Others accept with gleeful abandon
Visions delivered as if by random

It becomes quite confusing.
Whilst we are snoozing
Lost in a maze
They create a haze

With velvet paws
And razor-sharp claws
In the blink of an eye
The fun can quickly die

Not always warm
with a comforting glow
Sometimes a crazy
Terrifying show

At the crack of dawn
They stifle a yawn
The birds start to sing
Creating racket and din.

The time between daylight
and night-time converge
The perfect hour to envelop their world.
Noiselessly waiting, invisible to all,