Dark nights and howling trees

You appear more often in my dreams these days 

Some really strange and some most inexplicable.

Today, I saw you crossing
A dark and lonesome wood

Filled with translucent creepers 

And monstrous trees with fangs
And then the woods, they morphed

And took on strange forms
Of shapes I could not comprehend.

And then there were other dreams. Here, I am holding you close, and there I find myself crying for you, as you suddenly turn into the wind and the rustling of the leaves and the fire from fireflies turning into dragons.

Here I drown in your dark broody eyes, and there you look at me, from behind ancient ruins of broken homes and stairs that run into dungeons and mazes...
And starless skies 
And empty white spaces.

I don't sleep well these days
In me, you don't sleep well these days.