Time of Obscurity
I am leery of the slumber that follows,
Along with the aftermath upon its end,
Apprehension that plagues me at times,
Pictures that come during my dreams,
Take me to different traveled scars,
That of which I hide there details.
Hours of darkness call to me pleasant,
To which they are seldom pleasurable.
Sometimes creations in the dark,
Deliver truths, proven upon day.
Spectrums of other lives, I foretell.
Without any prior knowledge known,
These conceptions astound even me.
Others are bewildered, along with awe.
Except for when they are of jovial fact.
Then astounded, they jest.
Twilight overwhelms, my body in sleep,
However, my mind continues after sundown.
This period of obscurity is my sight.
Never knowing my dreams remuneration.
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