In the mist of the night
My dreams come aflight
Working in magic as they tell me a story,
of beauty an light...
Waking with skeptism an curiousity
Wondering if this is really ment for me...
Sorting thru the ashes, trying to see what
could possibly there for me..
Digging deeper an deeper,
I find a light that shines just for me...
Pulling it close an holding it tight,
I open a door hoping for nothing
but pure delight...
I follow the light that was given to me,
holding it close in all my dreams...
It brings me smiles an laughter, as my
heart is filled love an an ever after...
My soul sent soaring,
with the wildest of dreams...
For Beauty has finially found me...
In the mist of the night,
I awake to my dreams,
Only this time the story they tell
wasn't made for just me...
Someone is trying to pull me away
from the beautiful of light brought to me...
I awake cold from sweat, chills in the air
as my body shivers from the dream that
awoke me...
Shaking my head,
Trying to come back to reality,
I ask myself why,
Why was this dream brought to me?
Comtiplation an meditation,
My answer was brought to me...
So as I sit here an wonder in
the Mist of the night...
How do I deal with this,
an the light that was brought to me?
Do I do it with poise an confidence
that is me,
Or do I abruptly say she has to go
or it is me?
So I ask myself in the Mist of the Night,
To guide my way in my dreams of the night...
Do I follow the light or do I guide my way to
another light that belongs only to me?
