Bending the Night

I was sleeping, bending the night until I began to come true

Lending the light for dreams that are left far into the near distance

As close to me as you are now they fall all about my morning

Melting, they scatter like snowflakes in May

If only the obscurest unknown awaits why do we dream over oceans

Why do we search for rivers of sleep to carry us up upon new shores

Burning colours of sunken memories across a sea of stars

Hanging, like a veil of mist over water