Sleep 2
When nighttime comes
and dreams creep across the land
A single light burns
in a window of a corner house
Behind it sits a man,
a young man, tired, yet hoping
He puts down the book he was reading
He looks out the window, searching
Yet his eyes see not
and his ears hear not
So he blows out his candle,
pulls back the sheets,
takes off his slippers
and gets into bed
He lies there for a while
thinking of the day gone by
He contemplates existance
as he waits for dreams to come
Tonight however, the sandman is slow to come,
the dreams eluding him, driven from him
Driven from his mind by thoughts,
thoughts of love, hope, hate and despair
He thinks of a young woman he loved
He remembers the future they shared, long ago.
It was a great future, one without flaw
One that never existed anywhere, but in their minds
Yet out of this shattered future
new dreams arose, grew and matured
into ideas that were to change his life
in another possible future open to him
Slowly, ever so slowly, his eyes close
And then, finally, the long sought sleep comes
to bring with it sweet oblivion