the dying candle throws itself
in shadows across the silent places of the room
one of the sleeping figures stirs
disturbed by distant daylights sound
but she diminishes once more into the
innocence of shadow and dream like temporary deaths
an escape from this life

sleeps whim carries across the threshold
to walk on the road leading away from this life
and explore the empire that exists between
shadow and light
a carnival encampment draws you in
the painted faces garish delight
all manner of creature welcomed
even the darkest beast may find home in this
game of shadows
this temporary death she lives tonight

we are reborn each time we slumber
coming back to this life renewed
coming back with the strength we found
in the loved ones waiting for us on the other side
with the strength found in the knowledge that
we can be reborn from our ashes

i tread this morning on a far mountain road
while the fiery colours of some worlds dawn
crept up into a foreign sky
and was joined by a lover awaiting my return
and we laughed at the pure simple beauty
and revelled in eachothers joys
i awoke renewed
i awoke with hope