Sleeping Beauty
Sometimes when I’m sleeping,
When my mind is mostly open to
The whispers and the mutterings
Of silent, watchful people,
All those ghosts, spirits and angels,
I dream about another life,
Another world, another me,
In other places, other times
In which absurd becomes familiar,
Where impossible is just
Another word whose only meaning
Comes from deep within the speaker.
And in these dreams or visions,
I see a woman’s face,
And though she's only in my mind,
In my sleeping, dreaming mind,
She is real to me, yes, just as real
As my beloved wife.
And this woman, she is roguish,
I don’t trust her, she annoys me,
Yet in the world that lives within
My sleeping, dreaming mind,
She is fair, yes, oh so fair,
That she and her world seem real.
And when I wake upon the morn,
And I am in my bed,
And my hair is distraught,
And my eyes blink in sunlight,
For one single, tiny moment,
In the background of my mind,
The part that knows that dreams are dreams,
And I am on the earth,
I feel sadness and mourning
For a woman in my dreams
Who I can hardly describe,
Who I can't name,
Or summon,
But who visits me in my dreams
Sometimes when I’m sleeping.
