the storm came (I saw it in my dreams)
Why do they call it the dead of night?
Do the dreams of dreamers not stir the soul?
Or waking will the dreamers cease?
Existence flees, if so.
But I am awake,
And the ceaseless wind that brings the cold
Still thunders at my window–
The only sound outside, the wind chimes that it stirs from slumber.
Most would sleep.
Most would join the dark outside.
Eyes wide shut, the dead of night forever closed
To those swallowed whole