As I stare at the ceiling
I can’t help but wonder,
What these thoughts are
And over them I ponder.

Events of the days
Are vaguely becoming dreams,
But as night falls
All become much more than it seems.

As I sit in my moonlit room
I feel embraced by the darkness,
As I feel welcomed by the shadows
As they welcome me to the abyss.

The wind howls
Offering its greetings,
In the mirrors our reflections smile gleefully
As we begin our meeting.

For I can consult...