Some Nights

Many times you are real to me,
at other times you are merely a memory.
Last night you were a nightmare,
and I could barely breathe-
being in your presence was enough to suffocate me.
Some nights you are a dream,
and you whisper sweetly from the sheets.
Some nights I am your queen,
but last night I was your enemy.
Some days you are clear to me,
on other days you are a mystery.

The lovers hide in bushes and in leaves,
my trouble hides in my memories.
When you enter my mind,
you hide in disguise.
Many nights you are a fantasy,
on some nights you are a harsh reality,
on some others you are only an illusion,
and sometimes you are everywhere!

JR KORPA