To Awake

So many faces in the lines on the ceiling above my bed, I lay here seeing autostereograms created in my head. Moonlight shines through the shade painting a perfect picture on the wall, soft, gentle sounds come calling from an open window down the hall. In the calm of night, all seems right, but in the terrible still of dark, I hear voices, past ghosts pondering life's many irretrievable choices. Perhaps simply a mistake of mind, or a trick of ear, possibly a culmination of misgivings brought upon myself, year after year. These many questions come with answers I know I cannot know, I only listen to the dream... saying, "Awake, and go." So whether in a dream of sleep, or longing when awake, I must follow the call, if only for the voices sake. Hoping to discover that this journey is not really fey, rather a wayward path going home, and not alone... communally a finding, of our way.