I need another witching dream!

There is a new day to begin,
There is a stranger to become familiar.
But there is no voice to be found down this throat.
There is a space which had once been filled with something, and now seems to be shrinking.

Maybe it was lost,
flew out while screaming too loud,
and is now wandering the night as an echo of shadows.

If unheard for too long, some things become silenced, and turn into dreams haunting those still waiting to fade away.

This is what witching dreams are for.

For picturing those things
for finding words and giving space
to what was suffered.
For providing a voice
and tickling the skin
and causing the right chemicals through all of the body
to make certain things be felt once more.
Just for a moment,
as if nobody had ever been lost,
although it was.
A second,
as if horror were not true,
although it will always be,
once you open your eyes.