Under the cover of a mid-night sky,
I drift deeper into a restless sleep,
That can not be calmed even with the sweetest lullaby.
As my dreams, like stories, unfold;
My body awakens, my mind still in dreams deep.
The spirit of the Night Walker hath taken hold.

Now prowling through the night,
Like a creature of lost sleep.
My mind more restless;
I am now a Night Walker,
Moving through the vision of my dreams.

Few a night, I dread to close my eyes,
Not knowing where the dreams will take me.
But like a drug I drift off, my eyes too heavy,
And the Night Walker appears again.
To take me places I’ve only been, in my dreams.

Dec ‘05 (c) Adina M.

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