The chaos dreams have started again,
words clashing together, having no meaning.
Flashes of light, like lightening strike.
Thunder and rain and sunshine.
Moonlight completes the pattern of disaster,
For even chaos has order.

What sort of sense do you expect from chaos ?
What sort of pattern from life ?
Life is death, not knowing it's doom.
Death is life, lightness
soundless, senseless, night.
Twilight is chaos.

The chaos dreams have started again.
Welcome to my nightmares.
They come from all the corners of hell,
From every nook and cranny

And even as the dawning comes,
The chaos dreams have gone again.
Leaving their demons behind them,
Leaving my demons behind them,
To follow me through Twilight day,
And Curse my nights till morning. 

Copyright Jackie Bulner 1999    

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Jackie Bulner

dragonfr@projectx.com.au
Melbourne, Victoria
Australia