Emerald Ocean of Sleep

Timeless this walk has been,
Upon the plateau of broken dreams,
High above the sleeping sea,
Where starry skies have carried me.

Now far away in the land of dreaming,
Where warm white sands wait gleaming,
Scented winds blow a gentle breeze,
As I sit on the beach of the dreaming sea.

Crimson birds float through azure skies,
Serenading dreamers with lyrical cries,
But they fall deaf upon my sullen ear,
As whispering waves call me near.

Under the emerald ocean I now wade,
Down where the saddest dreams are made,
It becomes so dark that I cannot see,
And I’m lost once more inside of me.