Waking Desperation

In my dreams I escaped the haunted sails of a certain ship
By hanging tightly to a rope of phantom nature.

Somehow I can always escape from my ghostly persecutors...

But it is He who recurringly is in trouble.

And last night He was missing in the middle of darkness.
No reason or excuse...

He was not in his bed... He was nowhere to be found.

And instead of finding Him...
I found a dark, small figure,
Not of this world,
Hiding in the shadows.

Oh Brother, where do they take you while I sleep.

That powerless shiver of desperation worries me to awake lately.