Nightmares

Walking through my head;
Determined Wrath.
A beat runs through me,
Filling my senses with the anticipation of
Action.

Striding with intent,
You're in the distance.
Surrealist nightmares try to block my progress
I brush them aside dismissively
And time slows down.

Reaching you
I draw my weapon
My pen,
And in words, you repent;
Beg forgiveness
Mortified at last.

You offer a handshake
And I believe in a beauty
In your surrender
Your sweet capitulation.

This new development
In searching
For my perfect music
Results in an
Exquisite hunt.

The thrill of the chase
Dissapates my anger
And, diving through ribbons of colour,
You remain as elusive as quicksilver.

But I will get you
In the end...