In the absence, I am overrun.

The sweet dreams I chew in the evening, stick to my teeth and fail to bring good tidings.
The black silk waves rip and tear my vessel,
An ocean of dogs rising over the horizon.
 
I rise, restless and unfocused, 
And hold delicate sweet thoughts a little too close.
I should be more gentle with these, they’re sometimes hard to come by;
But more are on the way,
Rising over the horizon.