2004-12-18: 1:22 a.m.

The World Never Sleeps

As I dream, the heavens solemnly weep
For a patch of dusty barren earth,
Thirsty and dying.

As I dream, a thousand aureate leaves
Attain aged, bronzed complexions,
Matching their days of living.

As I dream, a baby cries,
Excited to be invited into this world,
Imbibing mortal air.

As I dream, a man rests soundly,
His life trickling, blending,
Into a bed of scarlet roses.

As I dream, thousands of others
Lie in the arms of Morpheus,
Discovering the marvels of Utopia.