Gates of Dream

Once upon a wistful-night's moon
Where the trees both scorn and swoon
Night-wished the motionless night may
May let you in, or trap you out
Tempting you tainting soul to lend ear
To the shadows, making a beguile ever near

Oh what dreams i wished to have whispered
With little reason, for so long to have pondered
Person-less personification, to the brink of pessimist superstition
Tearing tears of woe-some tastes
With no key to unlock the gates

Silently searching for a specific dream
Iron rusted lock, and bothersome key
Leave no stone unturned, no "X" unearthed
Lay it be hiding, a place that no soul can see
Hoping that only heaven will find me

My eyes torn from their place and position
Forcing me to retreat from this fearsome mission
To search for not many dreams, but a solemn one
The one that has been long gone
Oil the night's lock, turn that stubborn key

Welcome to your weary home
Through, and past the gates of dream