A prism of the pale moonlight

I am kept with in a prism of the pale moonlight

The Stars I count, a daunting might

I grasps my dreams to my heart like a 

Lark, in the quiet night.

Whispers around me call to say, "There is no

Other way, child. Go back to bed and lay

these dreams down instead".

Trembling hands and cool midnight leaves me in a fright.

However, I do not lay down my head. Because, I am a fighter and

a dreamer instead, go back voices from where you came and

never return from another light filled day