Beyond the onyx gates of sleep
A world is made of dust and light
With ancient books and golden stars
Which light the land of veiled night
A darkish gleaming mist obscures
The view of labyrinthine ways
That weave between the troubled dreams
Of people weakened by their days
Though closely knit their stories seem
Every dreamer dreams alone
They lock themselves inside their minds
Afraid to make their feelings known
The secret worlds people build
Protect them from their waking fear
They build their shelters carefully
To keep the things they care for near
The smallest isle is like a gem
Because they're built with loving care
Each parapet and muddy road
And mote of dust in attic air
The land is woven of such stuff
Like patchwork stitched with heartstring seams
A shining blanket spread across
The minds of those entrapped in dreams
Suspended in the scarlet sky
A twisting tower overlooks
This twilight land so you may read
The others' dreams like borrowed books
The many windows in the spire
Look out on different dreamer's views
If any dreamer reaches it
They then can walk in others' shoes
A few have reached the tower's height
And some have told of what they've seen
But most deny the sights they saw
Afraid of what the stories mean
Troubled though that path may be
Through darkness, fear, and deepest hell
But when you reach the tower door
The stories wait for you to tell.
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