The Night Crew

An unknown Night Crew works behind the dreams
Where life and death are each stitched into seams
Of spirit’s everlasting dancing flow
Between the worlds above and those below.

The phosphorescent astral world curves on
Beneath the golden pillars of the dawn
Where pathways rise through black shapes in a forest
To places of rebirth, or pain, or rest.

It’s while they’re sleeping that they’re on patrol
In shadow realms protecting wandering souls
From prowling demon creatures’ hungry violence
That feed upon the ghosts’ ethereal substance.

The Night Crew hunts the edges of the deep
Abyss of mist and stone, both sharp and steep,
That lay just on the outside of awareness
Continually with us just like consciousness.

Santiago del Dardano Turann