Sleep 2 When nighttime comes and dreams creep across the land A single light burns in a window of a corner house Behind it sits a man, a young man, tired, yet hoping He puts down the book he was reading He looks out the window, searching Yet his eyes see not and his ears hear not So he blows out his candle, pulls back the sheets, takes off his slippers and gets into bed He lies there for a while thinking of the day gone by He contemplates existance as he waits for dreams to come Tonight however, the sandman is slow to come, the dreams eluding him, driven from him Driven from his mind by thoughts, thoughts of love, hope, hate and despair He thinks of a young woman he loved He remembers the future they shared, long ago. It was a great future, one without flaw One that never existed anywhere, but in their minds Yet out of this shattered future new dreams arose, grew and matured into ideas that were to change his life in another possible future open to him Slowly, ever so slowly, his eyes close And then, finally, the long sought sleep comes to bring with it sweet oblivion and the stones to build the future.