The Sleeper Walks

Oh what on earth is he talking? A place or thing unreal? 

Is he asleep? Or half awake? I feel not what he does feel.

Is it of rolling plains, perhaps a forest across the open seas, or mountain tops and peaks not grasped, the vision seems surreal.

The way he talks, through time he walks I'm never at his heel. Why oh why, spark so bright; you grasp that which I cannot?

You see a dream caught in a stream and calmly drift through space and time.

Bravo! For he. No tis not me, but alone i also walk.

my interpretation of A slumber did my spirit seal.