in the dark

dissolving realms of reality,
shipping myriad dreams
if its not lost,
it's not revealed in the dark

blanketing inner fears,
or a breaththrough to discreet you
if its not hypnotic
it's not chanted in the dark

sleeping woods, whistle to your existence
fading rest into an abysmal
if it's not introspection,
it's not the company of the dark

churning thoughts
as dim as a million stars
if its not bright
its not enlightening the dark

whining in the air
absorbing all colours of the earth
if it's not visible
it's not balck in the dark

an eye-opener to the tranquility
burried under the sheets of sleep
if it's not deep
it's not awakening in the dark