Spaces of Dream

in the trance of life in dream
i wander to the place
where all but seems
to drift away, in the space of an hour
off, to a point, that races on
onward, somewhere, where it cannot be seen
not by me, as i dance
in the mirror of this scene
that reflects forgiveness
that speaks to give us
guidance, so that we might follow
off, into space, the twilight of stars
burning bright, growing closer
as we take the night
from all the world of fear
that still holds us here, firmly on the ground
i am found in this longing
the reasons, on the edge of time
that pushes me past, the streets
that still do not know, my name
in the names of kings, of thieves
the parallels running, into the thought of a dream
a place, a point, where the space is returned, back into me
through a trance, that awakens, and becomes all that i see
here, with my eyes, for no more surprise
as a smile is a day, that truth witnessed as i belong
to the echo of song, far off, in distant memory
for she is by tomorrow, in tomorrow, the space
of reason, the chance of season, that melts a day
far from the heights, that once rose this way
here inside, this trance i am found, dancing alone
in this dark and lonely place, in the spaces of a dream