In bed I lay, but still awake
where even stars refuse to shine
and through each timid breath I take,
I will not to my fears resign.
Although my head recalls an ache
and nighttime holds no hopeful sign,
I will my saddened soul to wake,
imagining a new design.
And now, in darkest room I make
a wish that spans expanse of time
with faith no fear could hope to shake...
and when I woke, the dream was mine.