Timid Dreaming

Timid dreaming on a brisk,
While lying, waiting, for the night.
On a star, upon a wish.
Upon a cloudless warming light.
Cushioned softly on a beat,
To dream a dream of dreamless times.
Was that on what I once did seek?
But why? For dreams are not a crime.
Eyelids dropping down below,
To smile at how the nighttime boads.
Sleep engulfs, my soul let go,
And dream again of those crossroads.

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 24th August 2004