As these curtains to the windows of my soul close,
And darkness descends on the daytime world,
My spirit prepares to enter its own realm.
Where events dressed as dreams take real substance
In my mind; and colourful fantasies unfold;
Indistinguishable from everyday existence.
Here, the jagged jaws of reality’s crevice
Do not snap shut on my hopes and aspirations.
Here, I can be a hero, a soldier for justice and right;
Where evil doers succumb to the forces of good.
Here, I can be the painter of masterworks or
Write music and literature which live on forever
Or become any figure of stature from history.
In this realm of dreams, the flame of hope is kept
Burning for infinity;
Until morning’s light recalls my unwilling spirit.
