The Dark, the Mysteries Within Mankind's Sleeping Interludes

The Dark, The Mysteries Within Mankind's Sleeping Interludes What of life in this raging spinning world? Its stabbing pains, mouths filled with sad dust? Those almost unbreakable binding chains? We, the unblinded few, the hopeful brave Dare we , can we that, will we ever save? In the trembles of midnight's rambling stomps Sleeping souls dance into resplendent dreams Through a flowing myriad of avenues; Entering realms of beckoning desires Mindless, heedless of the flaming hot fires! Wading streams of new welcoming degrees Ever onward, towards eternal sea Unrelenting, as heart such new scenes cast Unaware, soon dawn's light will all that blast. Dust and dying ground mix to stir anew Schemes that are part of mortal flesh and blood In black caverns, echoing , echoing The fears, uncertainty brought by day's light Now swimming in growing absence of night. The dreaded pitfalls of much needed sleep. Wherein we must wake up to our lives keep. R J. Lindley, April 3rd 1973 Rhyme, ( Staring into the ever dooming abyss- a flash of thought ) Old Note: 1973 Woke. And a dream lingered. Its message sad and dark. Daylight bringing in the words more clear. What had both Poe and Raven spoke?- "O'yes-- Remember, remember- this ravenous fear!" New Note: 2021 "O'yes-- Remember, remember- this ravenous fear!"