SleepWho can remember their race between dreams?
Nothing ever holds its pace between dreams.
A mighty river thunders on its way,
Though predators fiercely hunt for your soul,
Cloudscapes of splendor vanish in the wind;
This depthless farness mid the burning stars
Light ventures through and beyond the abyss,
Great pains and sorrows gather fold on fold,
Your freedom flutters far in flight, Zahhar,