When realities are too dark to endure dawn comes in dreams.
The spirit wanders through night to find a way out
toward that which it seeks and longs for.
It travels with the hope of recovering what it lost.
When realities are too dark to endure dawn comes in dreams.

There is a cold war between realities and imaginings.
I travel from the reason to the heart until bereft
of power to distinguish the hopeful among hopeless causes.
When events begin to drive me to give up hope.
There is a cold war between realities and imaginings.

Dreams are always vivid full of color.
Therein man looks deep into unfathomed oceans.
beholds the past the far future and what is near to come.
what is old and about to be replaced or renewed.
Dreams are always vivid full of color.

In darkness man suffers the extreme of loneliness.
When everything turns pale in the dead hours of night.
when mouths are tight-lipped as if zip-fastened.
he wishes to sprout wings and fly to the realms beyond.
In darkness man suffers the extreme of loneliness.