Why must this slumber end

I am not yet finished with the dream

When the day begins

Nothing is as it seems

For the light of day

Erases our recollection

Of the night’s Shakespearian play

The dark reflection

The divine is held in dream

The connection with our creator undeniable

Nothing is as it seems

The future now unforeseeable

Connect with me, my beloved Creator

Show me my truth

For you are my life curator

Just as in my youth