Nights Dream

I dream this dream, reoccurring to me.

The reason I fear, to fall asleep.

At nights dream, I walk, aware to things, I'm not.

On a mission, unknowing of what?...

To hear tell of what's done, unseen by everyone.

A vision unknown, big blurry scenes above.

With light from a lonely dove, whose song sings sweet, out love.

Paitiently waiting, my time to come.

So I'll stick to my words, till I see last sun.

Awake from nights dream, with fear of what tonight's will be?

I really do hate to sleep.