Andrew Kishonis

Dream Eaters

They came and they ate,
All our dreams, in dancing twists,
From dark, greenish mists.
Unwanted guests outside the gate
Marked by our ill fate:

They came and they ate
Until nothing was left, but dread,
And folk lying dead:
Eyes faded, souls fully drained,
Bonds of life unmade.

They came and they ate
What remained of early days,
Gorging on nights in haste,
Ruling the new desert wastes.

Old Nights

It seems like a simple night
Without life-hunting frights,
Only the welcoming dark:
A bone-faced woman of undead arts.

Another dream then comes:
Reality around undone,
I saw again your joyful eyes
Carried far away as the dream dies.

Cosmos created worlds,
Weaving like hair curls,
Throwing minds into space
Of unconscious streams of lost days.

And each night I swim in those
To remember my days of old.

Yule Nights

This Yule's Winter is quite dreamy:
Woods whisper in my ears
'bout all the nights long, and heavy
On my heart, as cold nears...

Yet I love the snow dunes and gales,
Frozen ghosts and wraiths,
How they trap souls in their tales
Of beauty one seldom sees...

I can only hope to catch a glimpse
At the true Winter's dream;
As the last Sun sets in the distance,
My passion writes in sleep.

Outer Space

Many a song I might have penned
About cosmic plains and fates:
Things one would never understand —
They are beyond my human ways.

Yet one quite earthly Sight I see —
And I forget outworldly lands;
Outer space might be vast and deep,
But I hold all of it in Her Hands.

Andrew Kishonis is an English teacher and linguist who writes poetry and prose. He delves into dark sci-fi and fantasy, often drawing inspiration from local myths.