The Dreaming of Worlds

the dreaming of worlds in sympathy carefully waltzing across the blackness believing they rule the empty desolation mapping the turnings and retrogrades the warnings of lightning in crimson skies and the accompanying sense of disaster in the distance forms a fearful silhouette the evil that at all costs must be avoided but your legs feel weighted as with stones and the darkness closes in from all around changing to the shimmering of the stars a loud voice asks for another two cents for the ferris wheel in the sky if you dare then from a light another voice was saying time now to get up it's a beautiful morning