In Dreams by Matthew Shallenbeigei

In Dreams

by Matthew Shallenbeigei

Reality, it's said by some,

is highly overrated

The sweet escape of sleep, they pine

is often understated

in dreams they long to lose themselves:

Perhaps they wish to stay

Lost in a land where nothing's work,

And everything is play

Sometimes when life is hard, I too

Abhor my waking hours

I'd like to end all fear and pain;

Alas, I lack the power

Then watching sunlight dying slowly

In the west, I pray

The night will be a coffin for

The worries of the day

So when I lay my head to rest,

In dreams will I awaken

To worlds of endless mystery,

Where silent sighs are sacred

And when the dark of night is pierced

By morning bright and full,

The shadows keep the secrets to

The whispers of the soul