When it's late and sleep has yet to arrive,
I get this strange feeling.
My mind is in overdrive,
While staring at the ceiling.
Sometimes I wonder,
About my latest dream.
I think and ponder,
Is there more to it than it might seem?
There are times that I don't remember at all,
Like a fog that has clouded my mind.
There's nothing that I can recall,
Even if I try to rewind.
Dreams are life's many mysteries,
They just come and go.
Like ships sailing the seas,
Going with the water flow.
And like ships dreams can also sink,
They will never come up again from below.
Gone in a blink,
They seem like something from a long time ago.
I vaguely remember this one time,
A dream that was so good.
It gave me a wonderful feeling so sublime,
It put me in a happy mood.
But on another night,
I only felt dread and fear.
I ran for my life in total fright,
Chased by something that I could not bear.
Everything was cold and dark,
I was so scared and alone.
This nightmare left a mark,
I hated to be on my own.
I wish I had someone,
Strong demeanor with feet steady on the ground.
That very special one,
With a warm light to keep me safe and sound.
But I know when I open my eyes,
There will be only me.
Tried to fool myself with lies,
Wasted effort I silently agree.
I stare at the ceiling yet again,
Thinking about the next night.
Wondering what will happen then?
Hoping that I will be alright.
Sweet dreams I would therefore say,
To everyone I hold dear.
I sincerely wish and pray,
That the nights will be peaceful and clear.