Take me to the past

 Take me to the past,

where my dreams would rise

and I would hope the hope of dreamers

of the sandy plains

and these hopes would ignite the dreams i dreamt

Take me from this future that lays siege with dread,

the dread at dusk that lurks behind tired yes

the dread that stalks or lays supine like a serpent and waits and waits

the dread that wearies you and makes you sigh in anguish

and makes you stoop and makes you cry, or sad or turn to drink

the dread that has become you