The spirit wanders through the night
To find a way out
Toward that which it seeks and longs for
Travels with the hope of recovering what is lost

Travels from the reason to the heart
To bereft of power
To distinguish the hopeful
from among the hopeless causes
There’s a cold war between realities and imaginings

Dawn comes in dreams
When everything turns pale in the dead hours of the night
Dawn comes in dreams

Dreams are always vivid
Full of color
There when a man looks deep
Into unfathomed oceans
Beholds the past
The far future and what is near to come
What is old about to be replaced or renewed?

Dawn comes in dreams
When realities are too dark to endure
Dawn comes in dreams

In darkness a man suffers
The extreme of loneliness
When mouths are tight-lipped
As if zip-fastened
He wishes to sprout wings and fly
To the realms beyond and fly

Dawn comes in dreams
When events begin to drive me to give up hope
Dawn comes in dreams

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