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