Unreal Things Speak
When darkness falls, real things quiet a time for peaceful reflection, by It to calm and become still, finding poise then, unreal things start to make noise like thoughts and dreams, they speak sometimes grand sometimes meek They long to be told to real things near yet, there are no real things to hear unless it decides to move, go yonder but then who would be left to ponder what could have been, what could be if only time would play out differently