By Geoff Gonzalez

Throughout all our days and our years,

We awaken and resume our time here.

Softly returning from our dreams,

That one quiet place; the night's warm requiem.

Not a dream we have is ours;

But merely a gift for our hearts' powers.

We sleep each night to fuel our minds,

To seek the happiness we can never find.

What is our fascination with sleep?

The empty black holes; the night's darkness deep?

Maybe when there is silence without breath,

It reminds us of our inevitable Death.

Long or short, we all know how,

What each of our dreams mean to us now.

They guide our lives, our destines make,
Until that long dream from which we never wake.