Waking Dream

I lay here awake,

My eyes adjust to the sparkle in the air,

Above are the ancients,

They whisper the mysteries,

The color is funny,

It seems to shout,

Im awake in this place,

Yet dreams cant be real,

Or can my eyes percieve the shadows of hope,

Can my hands grasp at the veil of what could be,

Instead i go to sleep,

encouraged by the elders,

It must have been,

A waking dream.