And creeps to meet his twitching eyes
That dream of dreams he once left behind
And conceal his sadness with blackened guise.
For only a moment he nearly awakens
But refuses alas to give in.
Dreams for reality shall ne'er be mistaken
Nor veracity for this conscious delusion
Where infinite finishes and eternity ends
Where fate and celestial powers lack the need to contend
Where the lost are found and where broken hearts mend
Where logic makes sense and reality does not pretend.
And in his bed upon this cloud
He clenches his pillow tight
And burrows deep beneath his shroud
That keeps him warm in the night.
(c) T. Ryan Caguiat
