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.
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