End Dream

when my eyes are closed
finally I can see
endless vistas before me.

Hidden from waking vision,
the magnificence unfurls,
sleep rousing confidence
indicating new realms
too fantastic to travel

this world is beautiful,
even the horror perplexes 
   vivid in its essence
a quality so lacking in the overworld,
where I paper the walls with silence.

in these worlds, movement is easy
when not weighted by conscience,
where I'm not crippled by ineptitude

gargoyles that eyes will never look upon,
bodies that will be caressed only here
as I race Imagination to the finish -

I am anyone but me,
that is enough to be free

the world of dreams 
where nothing is as seems
minutes of hours of play

only waking takes the reality away