Tuesday, June 28, 2011

The Knight's Mare

A dreamer's sleep
Is full of things
That waking eyes
May never see.

When blue and brown
And gray eyes close,
From sleep,
The mind's eye hath arose.

The ghostly spirit
Comes to life
To start the circus
Of the night.

Journeys made
Without one step.
Tall tales told
Without one breath.

Great adventures
Raging on
While millions sleep
Tween dusk and dawn.

Tween dusk and dawn,
The real world dreams
Of wild beasts
And terrible things.

This world of fiction
Is a fact
To those who sleep
And can't look back.

To see their sleeping
Resting heads
And know they're safe
Within their beds.

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