~Beautiful Nightmares~

it was
a clouded moon
where it shone
out in opal waves

it was the hour
of the woolf moon
the moon
right before
dawn
nightmares
are said
to be
at their strongest
hour of reckoning

treading
on the edge
of dreams
haunting
cold
silver
soft hangs
in the
unsuspecting air
maybe nature
is not meant
to be tamed

you can't
really
be sure
when the
storm
is over

I hope
that trying
ban be
enough
sweer dreams
can always
turn into
beautiful nightmares

~Sarah Mahina Calvello~