Dreaming

Am I alive or is this a dream?
The darkness invades my mystical musing.

Will I never wake, forever will I scream?
I feel its vice like grip tighten on my being.

The mind says but mine eyes won't see,
the battle is being fought on a plane unseen.

My soul wanders alike a flowerless bee;
it strays from its path, for the light is the key.

Each step I take amongst the endless waste,
the valley of silence I must embrace.

Minefields of loss, regret and haste;
tears shed by the moon tonight are waste.

Every moment, the hurt will gain,
unless the shawdow ends its reign
and sleep won't ever lessen the pain
until I dream the dance of the gods again.

This is my version of how I see the words woven for these thoughts.
It is my response to the original poem.

The original thought & poem has been written by Saurin Desai and it is below:

Am I alive or is this a dream?
Will I never wake, forever will I scream?
The mind says but mine eyes won't see,
my soul wanders alike a flowerless bee;
Each step I take amongst the endless waste,
minefields of loss, regret and haste;
Every moment, the hurt will gain,
and sleep won't ever lessen the pain.