• In the misty summers I lie awake,
    dreaming of tomorrow,
    forgetting about yesterday.
    Letting sleep fall over me,
    just as a silken cloud.

    The true dreams enter my mind,
    slowly snaking into my subconcious,
    a pillow for my mind to rest on,
    a breeze for my body to breathe in.

    A fantasy prairie stretches before me,
    a world i have created and cannot control,
    i play in the lush grass with the visions of my imagination.
    A bright sky and cool sun are beacons of hope,
    forever i could stay here,
    but my mind has different thoughts.

    Soon the night comes,
    bringing forth clouds black as death,
    and rain as piercing as a sword.
    I take cover under the trees of my thoughts,
    soon they float away in ash.

    I stand in the prairie of my mind,
    slowly dying in my mind.

    I wake in a cold sweat,
    still feeling the shadow of the rain on my arms,
    still feeling the shadow of the pain.