Tis but a dream to run from pain,

Free from the day, - so cold, familiar!

We wake in agony from the one's we couldn't touch,

To but dream of love,

A place where I could breath an endless ocean!

I swear by god if I don't sleep,

If I be waked again,

Tis but a curse, - a punishment,

To reach the womb and find no land!

I wait...

I pray...

Inside this dream,

In hope of you, -

My Heaven in the morrow.

Banishment, - acquainted be,

Well versed I am - tis common place!

Though when my journey slumbers now,

What was condemned, is now erased;

Please I pray; Don't stir the vision,

Don't wake my love before she's ripe!

I must behold the eyes of fate,

The one who visits me in nights!

I will wait...

I will pray...

Within this dream...

My Heaven in the morrow...

Michelle lee Schaeffer (C) 2007