When
When dark of night so softly sounds the silence of the world, so does the wishes of my life begin to then unfurl in varied scenes of dreams and schemes in patterns vast and varied where I can sense the thrills of life beyond my mind that's wearied, with daily chores and routine bores demanding life's acceptance without remorse, without excuse, without recourse or repentance. When dreams of life call out to me from distant shores of thought I'd rather follow where they lead than where that I would not, to see the living souls in search of treasured dreams of love and watch them build their castles true in clouds way up above the twisted thoughts of dimes and dozens, the ilk of names and numbers, where all that's wanted to be real is never lost in slumber. When I in solace can bequeath my mind to soar in stars I place my faiths in all that's not instead of all that are's so if my choosing does accept a gentle ride on wings I upon a phoenix back can fly where no on...