The time of day after the sun has set
     during the dark of night when I should rest.

The shadows of sleep invade the keep of body and mind,
     thoughts tend to creep and crawl through the 
          labyrinth of time.

Dreaming evades all memories stored and wonders down
     paths of its own creation jogging reality and 
          myth into the spirals round.

                    B J McDowell author