Sleep

A crystal on a cloudy night
Shines deep and far into your sight
A template for journeys past
A hook for a repose at last

A frightful tornado of mesmerizing pallor
A gate unto a realm not understood by the shallow
A furtive glimpse into a web of the muse
Uncalculated tapestry without ruse

In entering you may pass freely
On exit you rise through layers steely
Once left a memory may be your ticket
Scrunched up apt to dissolve if you keep it

Sometime you may re-enter
But less under your control without a mentor
That one may stare at sheep
Or remote viewing soldiers without their weapon's keep

Whatever your view on the inner view
Be sure that it is not you too
That has woken up into a dream
And sought reality without a beam