By Tigerlover64
Date: 4 February 2000

Unknown Wake

The shining lone light of the moon
cast a glow into my room.
The shadow is over my head
and in my heart.
The Sand maker has forgotten his magic
my eyes do not close.
Instead of sweet dreams about my thoughts
I instead face the stress of reality.
I want to reach into my dreams
to meet and stay with the hidden soul there,
to tell all my dreams, fantasies, and love to.
I want a warm reception into his arms
which I have never known; his lips, which I have never kissed.
I wish to achieve the unattainable, at least,
unattainable it seems to me.
My feelings keep him distant from me, so
I've made a promise.
My true heart will never show
I'll keep it well hidden under common sense and truth
Until the dream becomes reality.
I wish I could fall into the dreamful sleep
and forever cease the unknown wake...