It comes from the Void

by S. Gonzalez

Sleep comes,

and brings forth its stains,

The inky darkness trembles my eyelids,

my body feels  light and weary,

Sleep comes and rides across my true nature,

Somewhere in my mind is that haunting  stream.

A fantasy,

An ecstasy of imagination!

Be my dreams wise, I will wake enlightened.

Be those dreams nightmares, I will be frightened.

Let not the darkness hide the light,

nor my dreams leave me in fight.

Let my visions come boldly and let the Void come slowly,

towards my soul's descending flight.