Dreaming's End

Here where darkness fills my slumber 

Invading dreams with dreams 

A world of shades and soundless shapes 

Never resting teems 

No morn will come nor dreaming end 

Lest dreams within my dreams 

Where moonlight filters through the brume 

And no starlight gleams 

Warmth nor comfort provide that light 

To dreams as winter cold 

Or windswept ground and barren stone 

Where none is condoled 

Here where laughter turns to toil 

And joy becomes a chore 

Where one may dream of ending dreams 

Trapped beneath the hoar 

When weary, tired, comfort calls 

Obligation smiles keep 

So laughter's effort will not fail 

Children that would weep 

In dreams I haunt these empty halls 

Yet void of memories 

Where fire simply turned to frost 

Quenched by Erinyes 

Those furies drawn so long ago 

Their vengeance absolute 

They dreams enough for all the world 

Ended at the root 

But they remembered Sisyphus 

As they hewed new dreams of stone 

And set my shoulder to the task 

Never to atone 

So here in dreams of memories 

Lie memories of dreams 

Where endless teeming shapes and shades 

Mouth their soundless screams 

-BA Lawson