Dreams

To think the night could conjure eternity is that so foolish a thing to dream? I listen as the rain it falls and softly lulls me off to sleep slipping from consciousness finding a new world hidden within my thoughts twisted and scarred redefine reality around me, and bring so blissful a sense of security maybe the monsters and the wolves that howl should make me shake and shiver but in the darkest of eyes and even in those that burn in fire seem only to make my body ache My legs feel so much heavier and knees begin to quake I find myself buckling underneath my own weight is this my personal heaven I can only hear the sound of growling a shadowy figure circling around predators eyes have vexed me and I feel compelled to stay I feel compelled to listen Without a word I know my place is here to serve does that make me weak or is it what bring me strength Again I have to leave as the sun rises once more I find myself saddened as the real world tries my embrace To think the night could conjure eternity is that so foolish a thing to dream? Is that so foolish a thing to dream?