A taste of something more.
While awake we dream.
Asleep we also dream.
When does a dream become reality.
Is sleep a taste of what's to come?

Reality is never as good as a dream.
Reality is usually no good it seems.
It's in the darkest hour when I'm at my best.
Alone at night, my mind at rest.
Me and my thoughts, I reflect.
Silence, peace and intellect.
Some get scared by the night.
Noises, darkness, absence of light.
So what does that say about me?
The light of the moon and mystery.

In the dark I find peace
In the darkness I sleep.
It's the light that makes me weep.
In darkness I can be me.

© Figuro