Sleep of dreams and dreams to sleep.
The lack of sleep to keep me awake for there is no sleep for this vessel.
Awakening to light or to darkness for those that can see.
Darkness spreading to keep me awake like worms for the mind all devouring.
You can only sleep to catch a dream for a waking dream is no more.
Dreaming of things yet to come and hold them below.
You can not see what keeps you awake, biding its time, holding back the lines.
For it too can dream.
Sunshine and sorrow filled for days, not nights.
They too can dream all the dreams because there is hope for tomorrow.
Tomorrow awakening in the broadest parts of my mind, my imagination.
Images flashing before my eyes and the tears they bring.
These are not dreams but maybe waking nightmares.
Haunting me and causing pain.
But is pain life and life is pain?
For clearly seen in your eyes is not stuff of dreams, maybe more, maybe understanding.
What images do you see?
Are they things that can be seen, or only imagined?
Do they bring you pain?
Understanding is a shallow valley we walk upon when others seek to dream.
It is time to lay down in our shallow ground, our graves.
It is time to sleep, time to dream, for what tomorrow brings.
