A Dream

Mornings of gray,

My tears at bay,

Sleep so heavy,

My hands so steady,

Yet I live to dream,

For this I beam.

To dream of a new day,

A day without gray.

A day so bright,

A sleep so light.

A day without grief,

A day so brief.

We live to die,

So why even try.

Yet these dreams of night,

That make me take flight.

I strive to dream,

Upon sweet seams.

A dream of magic,

A dream not tragic.

A dream far from life,

A dream far from strife.

And so I sleep to wake,

Only to sleep from heartache.