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…