splendor

to be or not to be
if to be is to dream
with relief i will sigh

but if dreams are but dreams
then in dream i may die
if i must be just to be
then i will cry my eyes dry

and shed my tears red
to be alive and yet dead
deeply sleeping in dreams
fleeting thoughts and memories

dreams may fall as tears are bled
there must be hope beyond a dream
for hope i grasp to rise from sleep
to slowly open weakened eyes

my hope will soon arrive
and in the heavens i will fly
to be more than a dream