Night

A living soul finds no answers,
Awakened in a world of dreams.
For reason lies, unescaped
From the mind, such curious seams.

Dreams become the dreamer,
Shadows become solid sweet
As the numbing skull.
Fancies become questions
But to no doors they pull.

No heavy curtains reveal the dark,
But clumsy, stained glass eyes
Seldom hold the murky ink
Prewritten, to night's surprise.

[Read the post titled Journal Entry for an introduction to this series]