Halls of the Dark Muse

Dreamland

Softly sleeping
dreams whisper in my ear
and I have stepped into a world
surrounded in the surreal.

Drifting the clouds above
I wonder through a veil
floating like a sheet
while it blows within the wind

Surrounded by beauty
untouched while it unfolds
before me.

I am surrounded
and I am haunted
while I thought I would wake
such soft lips touched my skin
and I heard voice speak in me ear.

To stay within this dreamland forever
where reality seems to fade away
if only the day would not start to call to me
and draw me back into the world again

But when I close my eyes
I know I will find once more
my haunted sanctuary.