While I slept the world changed
As the day broke so did my consciousness
What to awake to out of so many fates?
To arise to hope or plunge to despair?
And what to the dawn did my slumber unveil?
A world as different as the mind has thoughts
What did I form by my wandering imagination
But a new world changed not only in thought
But transformed into a new existence
While I slept, the world not only changed, but I knew, so had I
For the third eye saw the dawn and gently wept away its conception
Man has the world and slumber the night
How I make this new day is up to my will and creativity
A new day or a new way of dreaming?
Only the unconscious knows and it remains chaste and reticent
While I dreamt a new existence was formed and dashed a thousand fold
New wonders rose and fell as the crashing of a galactic tide
All oblivious to this I sighed and tossed in reverie
The eye was blind but the soul ever glimpsed a fleeting fate
Formed by the gossamer wings of fancy and erected into something more
Capriciously I awake to a world not only changed on the outside
But altered in precept in the core of what makes me internally whole.