Sleep Lands

Behind closed eyes, as we descend to sleep,
Another world unfurls its gossamer veil,
Where architecture born of imagination,
Sculpts vast landscapes that stretch beneath,
Star-filled skies to the ocean of dreams,
Where silence drifts like silver mist,
And memory loosens from the waking mind,
To wander paths unbound by reason.
Do I wake?
Or walk on forever.