some dreamworlds deny in restless mirth
some grow in ceaseless worth
some spin the shadows in my head
and some applaud their dearth
some have lost the way to body
some to peace within
some have found their way to souls
that have never been
some have never shed their selves
to the dismay of human thought
some would never wake to hells
that we have sewn and bought
some dreamworlds i cry awaking from
and die when i recall their hope
some places there i would
never leave and some i would never go
sometimes i hear these echoes still
and know my life lies shallow
what deeper place can i ever go
than the halls that breathe my breath
what deeper song can i ever sing
than the one i heard
dreaming of places i have never seen
sleeping in the tide between
the shores of life and death

 - "dreamworlds," connelly barnes 2006-08-11