Dreamer
Sleep pauses my life to keep me alive
A little death to keep great death at bay
Deep well where I drink deep think deep and thrive
My necessary nourishment each day
By which I dream ideas to poetry
Through dreaming heaven comes on earth to me
No news is good news now so I refuse
To wake up to take up the tidings now
The rude intrude but I exclude them use
The time to heal when dreams are real somehow
To grow to know and then to show them all
What I see in dreams sleeping through the fall
I hunker in the bunker of the moon
And see more clear than those who lie awake
The fall is falling hard now it will shake
Their narrow nightmare nation hard and soon
In my night visions I see dark and deep
That we are most free to be when asleep
When I wake up and make a cup of tea
Breathe the scented steam and recall my dream
Sleep sifts the grain from chaff and poetry
Is born from when I silent lay as dead
Its voice is my own as it sings through me
Some shout of war I sing of peace instead
Some shout of hate but I will sing of love
Whether or not it is granted to me
To know it myself at least I know of
All the sweet pleasures love brings to this life
I once had a lover once had a wife
My heart still beats: my best is yet to be
What are we here for? To make love not war
Why have we been given heartbeat and breath?
To live to love to bring life not bring death
Is peace some folly of the innocent?
If peace is trespass I do not repent
As nightmares come true I will dream for you
+Steven Curtis Lance
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