these lines reminded me of a poem I wrote - many years ago...
Why do I keep having these dreams
Why do I hear the random screams

O N A M O V I N G E Y E
caught
in the twinkling twilight
glimpse of a nightstar
marking the borderline
between
night and day.

I fought
on a nightflight
on the wing
of an airplane
against
the storm.

Raging.
Something's always
keeping me awake.

fortunately it is no longer keeping me awake - most things wither with the storms of life :-) Cheers from the seven mountains in Germany