Calling to The Man of Sand

No dreams came when he went to sleep

Only emptiness filled him within -

While his mind drifted into the deep.

The barren black would now begin…

Thinking, journeying back, then forward again -

When he was a young boy

He had dreamt of only joy.

Accomplishing the impossible, like a hero

Summoning forth heat from absolute zero.

Battling dragons and demons to save his queen

And once with her, innocent love, nothing obscene.

Imagination, creation, and total elation;

Encompassed every unconscious sensation.

Thinking, journeying back, then forward again –

From saving the whole world

His dreams began to fade.

The straight becoming curled

His peace began to degrade.

In passing time, he would soon come of age;

The passage of life had made night a painful cage.

All of his happiness was fully sheared;

Nightmares of fear, had soon appeared.

Thinking, journeying back, then forward again –

Dreaming of lovers who had cheated;

Their heartbreaking actions, every eve,

Were constantly and tirelessly repeated.

Making him feel futile and very naïve.

Dreams of unfriendly faces slinging derision;

Of their ridicule, each night he`d envision.

This clamorous sleep, he started to disdain;

For the vociferous rest, had wracked his brain.

Thinking, journeying back, then forward again –

In the present even torment had dissipated.

In sleeping fantasy and midnight thought

His essence had no longer participated;

The gateway to Morpheus was shut taut.

No dreams came when he went to sleep

Only emptiness filled him within -

While his mind drifted into the deep.

The barren black would now begin,

And yet inside he did not weep;

Smiling as he silently fell asleep.

A look of satisfaction rested upon his grin,

For a state of dream, each day he lived in.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker