sleep
to hold your court where chaos reigns for penitence and sighs
of sorrow’s past and love reborn; a cleaner state of mind
granted freely for a taste of death and ashes left behind.
You reap the past as yet unknown and hold it closer still
that I may view my future days devoid of fate or will.
A narrow path before me now; this ever closing wheel
that brings me back to where I live between the false and real.
As I awaken, do I keep to brighter worlds now seen
in this gift of nightly vision? Or is all I see now just a dream;
a liar’s pale revision of what was once
the one true world now fading into remission?
Memories beg to me once more; we live, we cry, we love.
We paint the world inside your mind to create a heaven above.
Hell’s the thing that’s left behind when you truly believe
in your heart and in your soul. All I have shown you
how to find is yours for the taking;
yours for the making; can you live without a soul?
I believe you take that chance every time you have that nightly dance.
It was a dream I hear you say as you see the light of day;
leaving dream-speak behind for that thing that you call real.
Who’s to say that memories past or dreams were ever meant to last;
now that vision has come so clear. Yes, who’s to say that you must live
inside this spell you’ve cast. Close your eyes and dream your life;
for awakening is oh so dear.
