To Dream

good things fade in the morning
she only comes at night
happiness only in darkness
pain cometh with daylight

to sleep perhaps dreaming
and awaken ne'er more
spend each year napping
as each year before

A lazy new opiate
to wile away all
if dreams stack on dreams
then there I will stall

But the sun interrupts
bright, sun-shiny reaper
his sickle awakes me
I look even deeper

The light shows me now
all faults, it would seem
I wait for the night
for the sleep, for the dream