Night after night,
Every time I fall asleep,
I dream, waves of dreams upon endless dreams,
The sights I see are of people wandering by me,
Their eyes slightly peeking but their mouths seldom speaking,
They wander but only now do I begin to ponder,
What becomes of them when I wake?
Rowing gently on the silken lake,
Oars dip as does our ship but only rocking, never stopping,
Wood creaking should our ship be leaking we could go on weeping,
But our eyes are swollen from long lies
And many a stolen hearts beat by the marching of forgotten woes,
Our boat floats merrily down with the flow,
The tide is low, but a sound ever does slightly grow,
Our heads up go, from where comes this roar?
We crawl to the edge and see beyond: a ledge,
A God among ledges, a king among edges, from this rocky fall we are doomed to soar,
To the oars we sprawl, we grunt alone, trying to win but we won’t,
Survive the fall down the cliff, swiftly down the roaring waterfall,
This crash won’t be my last as the dawn is far still but nigh and the night is barely done,
For now I go back, sound asleep,
Into quiet darkness deep,
Back to that lake where it all began,
Doomed to fall over and over again