Silent As the Tomb

In silence in dreams' Projections, Returning, Resuming, I thread my way through my dreams; The hurt and wounded, I pacify with a soothing hand, I sit by the restless all the dark night, Some so young, some suffer so much, I recall the experience sad. Sad because a few had lived to tell the tale, Sweet because I had to trust in a better world. If I am to trust anything, it led me to stars over the shadowless mountain. What does it not remember in it's night and silence. What does it not hope Knowing itself no child of time. I am faithful, I do not give out. I had to hold my life in my hands as my ribs hold up my heart. I had to let it open it's wings and fly among the gifts of the unknown.