Dreamcoat Poem by Alexander Thomas

In the still time of the night,
With the day faded from sight,
I slide under my dream coat,
Faintly into twilight to float.

Woven with luminous thread,
Of memories back from the dead,
Of shadow and moonbeams,
With feelings sewing the seams.

Folded with mirroring hems,
Fixed with reflecting gems,
Glittering with shimmering light,
With all the colour of the eye's delight.

To the horizon its fabric spread,
Through all the colour bled,
A life restoring shroud,
Resting over softly as a cloud.

A rippling emperor's gown,
To which the heavens crown,
With power to raise mountains,
From beneath existence fountains.

The cloth of another self,
Of limitless inherent wealth,
Of shining omniscience,
Capable of towering magnificence.

'Tis the cleverest disguise,
To it we are seldom wise,
For if the mask we grip,
Into the dark it will slip.

But if our eyes we can pair,
To genius we could be aware,
So if in dreams we stay,
Which one of us will awake today?