In nights so pailed with curtains drawn,
I sleep as if there comes no early dawn.
Lost deep within my dreaming mind,
I see the images so lost and yet so defined.
Which gossamer world is playing out ?
Who is it that comes slowly and then shouts?
Can not make sense of nonsensible things,
That all my head begins to dance and ring.
Such hope, fear, love, and crazy happenings,
My heart begins to sink and I see beings.
Can't take the logical logic man and mind,
That can what is unreal begins to give a sign?
Lost in the bleary vision of a nightly dream,
My mind see  things and is it time to run or scheme?
So then if I am bound unto this weary thing,
I suddenly wake to hear those lovely angels sing.
Until the next such hidden moments up and rise,
I slowly wipe the sleep caught on my eyes.