A Fragile, Secret World

How late the clock strikes
upon that wall

When shadows no longer creep
as they finally come to rest

As all lay still
and sounds lay quiet

Yet each tiny motion
each tiny sound, rocks this world

This fragile, wonderful world
that exists beyond the waking clock

Bound by convention
this world is kept secret

Hidden from the waking eyes
the many of the hoard which never see it

But the few, often the outcast
they see this world of awe

Sitting late, till morning has come
yet sun rises not

Till all have long since abandoned their posts
and the beds of this waking world are long filled

Then perhaps you'll see a glimpse
of that secret world

Yet do be careful!
It is quite easily broken

Revel in its serenity, its terrible silence
yet disturb it not, for it will disappear

With morning light and rising chaos
It will dissolve and fade

So tread lightly in that sea of dreams
remember your head as you are not asleep

Venture forth upon this world untrodden
and see the things which they do not see