¨ ‘To Sleep, Perchance to Dream’ —page

mind and accessible only to the individual. In a book, as in our sleep, the world which we are being exposed to is singular and subjective to the dreamer/reader.

--Anya V.

‘To Sleep, Perchance to Dream’

My mind doth have the darkness of the sky When the sun hath giv’n its duties to the moon Yet oft it can be cause for me to cry As a lady would wast she to swoon. Encased within the images of mine own That leap and whirl like dancers on a stage I findeth myself both stranded and alone Trapped inside a self-invented cage. To run is as to swim without an arm Or sail a ship that hath no mast or wheel Fret, I shan’t, for I cannot come to harm If’t be true I am lost in the unreal. The cage will find its key at th’end of night Once blackened skies doth give their ways to light.