Dark

There is a place of mystery
Just beyond dusk…
Where the last golden sunbeam has disappeared
Into night's dark embrace,
Folding in on itself as the darkness sweeps in.
The yellows, oranges, and reds of the great sun's set have slowly melted
Into the cool, hue of blue.
The night's calling echoes
Through the forests of unconscious reality.
Is this where your dream begins…?
Is this where the dreamer wakes?
No… this is the place where dreams live forever.