Solitary days and humble nights

The Dreamer

The Dreamer

I have never liked to stand alone,
I rather hate the solitude it atones,
There is a beauty to solitude that is still true,
Yet something becomes lost as I lie there in bed,
The nightmares of my past seem too frolic through my head,
I see such nightmares and greet them still,
They greet me back yet shatter my will,
Dreams are the escape from such terrors,
Dreams are flying yet they are still daring to fall,
They weather all storm and answer our call,
Oh dreams are soaring and searching hearts,
They are not afraid and never stumble through the dark,
I believe I shall dream before I truly sleep,
Before I dare to live Before I dare to die,
Before I dare to fly Before I dare to fall,
I'll answer the dreams truly wondrous call,
These dreams will succeed I know them true,
Now my feet are being lifted off the ground,
So much to dream and find,
So much I've dreamt and found,
I may now be a dreamer but the nightmares are all gone,
Time gifts tears and my past is filled,
I've accepted it now and perhaps rebuilt my will,
I suppose that's why the nightmares are gone and will haunt me forever no more as my guardian angel of dreams begins to soar.