It descends softly
Enveloping me slowly
With a million tiny gems
Sparkling in the mines
Of my minds eye
Creating a warmth
Of peace and serenity
Lying there still
Waiting, in the darkness
For the escape
That awaits me
I drift slowly
With the ebbing tide
Of time and distance
No longer a reality
Thoughts become dreams
Dreams become reality
Running from the demons
To find a sanctuary
Of magnificence and grandeur
That will protect and warm
The battered heart and soul
That battles the real world
And spirits of the night