Dreaming

So I realize that it's terribly overdue, but since this is mostly for my benefit rather than yours (at least I tell myself that most of the time), I'm not overly worried. But that is unimportant. What is important is that I now post my poem and have done with this nonsense.


Eyelids fall, ensaring mind
In tangled, coiling tempests,
Sometimes leading on to deeper dark
Than lightless night,
Sometimes speaking words
We're scared to say ourselves,
Or filled with madness,
Silly, pointless motion.
But light or dark or in between,
Day's bright spears will
Break Sleep's shroud of dreams,
Awaking mind to daily duty's call,
Where mind finds solace or regret
From where it's been,
If Memory's nets do capture dreams.