through darkness and the night we live by dreams.
they keep us breathing, cause us joy and pain,
and so much more besides. this is what seems
like life when, drained of life, again
we sleep as dead to wake once more, with hope
renewed. though sometimes, dreams may slyly stain
the daytime waking with a slightly tilted slope
upon which we may fall, yet when the night
comes and we sleep, all will be healed; and hope
visits again. so dream, then, and the light
that flickers in your thoughts will throw its beams
upon a darkness slowly learning sight.