To Simply Write

I had all but quit. For what was the point?

Driven by a madness unknown to the world

For in sleep I dreamed, and in the morning?

Well I dreamed again, because then it unfurled.

A creation of punctuation and sheer delight,

The formulated patterns grew in my twisted mind;

It was there my trouble aroused along with time,

So I hid it in a place unknown, an uneasy find.

But You - You woke the sleeper again turned dreamer

By sharing your unworldly passion and desire;

You pulled at my weakness and took hold of a piece;

Set off an unwavering, though doubtful, fire.

Could I be how I was in years past without fear?

Was it possible to carry on the madness within my sight?

A dragon woken to spread terror, but it was pure;

And in my heart, I found time to pick up the pen and write.

Dreamer