In Dreams, she comes...
In the Darkling Night she visits me
She does not come with messages of hope or horror
She simply sits a spell in my mind
Enjoying the view
There is peace while she stays
Contentness. Inevitability.
Completeness.
The Dreams are bliss.
Waking is the fear.
The mind, or perhaps the spirit,
Shall not heed the flesh.
Look! I have moved forward!
I am free of thee!
The heart conspires
The mind conceals
Let the Flesh run Riot!
Let Bacchus Blanch!
The Flesh conceals
The Dreams Conspire
Eyes Wide, I stare ahead
But, in Dreams, she comes…

