Dream Poem by David Bunnell

I stepped upon a midnight sun dead,
Dreamt pity upon a dawn with dullness,
Stuck as I thought falling over with weak dread,
Pondered minds afloat gave dreary fullness,
I never sought the light of their names,
Forsake those wondering about the earth,
Early weary light broke through midnight flames,
Down the weary falling stairs upon search,
With blind eyes eerie wonders gone blank,
Never spoke a word but uncertain shame,
Like words of spoken wisdom midnight sank,
Never called to say the very same,
I wandered lonely in the weary shade,
I might give up and let it just fade.