Madness Poem by James McLain

When I shut my eyes our pretty green world it stops moving
lifting my lids all is reborn once again.
Inside of my head it is there where you dwell,
I can see what normal is some think that I am, blue the new red.
When I leave my head ink indigo black the darkness comes in.
Am I an animal any old animal I've staked my one life on.
Close your moist weeping eyes such tears they will fall when I come.
And of that which I speak and of those all around you
I can speak soothing words, words that can touch you.
Struck by the Moon and burned by the stars such is the power
held at bay by the few all must deal with
where we sleeping lay power not shared where you have the ability
to lure me into deaths soft bed.
I am like you we both are insane, dreaming of living and never dying.
God spares the just few from the fire that is hell then they fade.
Our eyes must not shut nor close tight in sleep.
I can in sleep with the help of their minds
living high at the top of snow covered mountains
return back to you full in the knowledge of all I was told.
Don't forget me in this when you are in bed you I see as I dream.
Dreaming of this which is mine and I am as you know gowing old.
Must you as I dream take control of our dreams that we dream?
Spring it has come summer is here yea though again I must walk
through the dawn of their winter and all of our fears of the cold.