In the midst of sleep-
I'm dreaming.
Of another time,
and place.
I see there is a smile-
yet not among my face.
I see so many shadows.
floating here and there.
And a tiny voice
of horror.
That simply states-
beware...
In the midst of sleep
I'm dreaming-
of times when
I was young.
I awaken from
the screaming.
Not mine-but
from my son.
In the midst of sleep
I'm frightened.
Afraid I won't awake.
Indecisive of my
action.
Which road that I should take.
In the midst of sleep
I'm falling
I"I've lost my hopes
and dreams.
In the midst of sleep
You awaken
And yes it's you who screams!
The path I should
have taken.
Was overcome with grief.
The want of I to awaken
was stolen by a thief.
I sit here
and I wander
of how it used to be.
I sit here and I ponder-
will you my love
miss me?
The steps I should have taken
were rotted through from time.
I stepped onto the pavilion
and thought it through
once more.
And that is why-
that you my love
found me upon
the floor
