The Dream Writer
Thoughts that keep me awake,
Sweating in the night,
I wait for sleep, that will never come.
I am the writer of dreams,
A poet longing for love. Longing for Life.
Wishing upon the crying star... Dying.
To make it smile and whisper,
Ancient secrets to me.
I am a scholar
Trying to learn from things that have already happened.
I wonder.
I wish.
I hope.
I pray.
I meditate.
I sit in a tree,
Gazing upon the heavens
In the black of never ending night.
Sleep eludes me…
I Am the Writer of Dreams,
Here on Earth…
A man of doubt.
Will I ever meet-
The Dream Writer?…
In the heavens above…
The one who brings peace and sleep to the poets
of His creation.
He dips his Quill
Into the blackness of space,
Birthing a new star each time,
for the sleepless poets to gaze upon,
and they shall wonder, and wander…
Eternally.