Fleeting Dreams

Black spires of night

Hold dark delight

Offering a restful night's respite

Silver eyes

That dot the sky

And guard sleeping forms from on high

A thin veneer

Of thoughts unclear

That paint a world that's far from here

A world beyond

This stagnant pond

Where memories most fond are spawned

That's the world I see most nights

The one that holds fleeting delights

The one where I indulge in vices that entice

And when the blinding light invades

Peaking from between the shades

And drags me back to my dark glade

I sigh and wish I could have stayed

But the memories they linger on

And tempt me to keep going strong

Because they tell me through their song

Soon I'll be back where I belong