I leave my window open so the night can come in As when I sleep then unbegun unending can begin So it seems though in the dreams of my reality As real may be or not for my reality dreams me Remembering things I had forgotten I forgot When dreams remembered dream-within-a-dream how they would seem To be bring things to mind through me once thought left behind Whatever I passed by when too fast then but never mind Because what was then or could have been comes in again Then always turning out now I am learning somehow when Remembering what I thought I forgot but could not Now is how at last I remember to forget past then The morning of the fall I awaken to recall What came in through my window openminded after all Through my window my reality to poetry Dreamed in its in-betweens as what it means for me to be As when I sleep then unbegun unending can begin I leave my window open so the night can come in +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII