Into Being

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.