all through the country side a sound could be heard.
Like a thousand mirrors shatering,
in the silence wich is night.

The moon sits on high lighting the land.
showing me to the path that I mean to take.
glistening light off the ethereal dew .

Like a dream I have awoken from,
The lights of a distant city arise .
like a beacon of hope in a ocean of regret.

I stop to listen to the sound that led me here.
The tinkling sound of broken glass.
It has grown louder with every step I take.

here in front of me I find its source.
the city of my dreams has begun to crumble.
to fall from its very foundations.

It is disapearing in front of my very eyes.
this oasis in the dark.
should I join in this demise?

should I travel onward?
will there be other cities like this?
will I awake?

I close my eyes briefly and the sound fades.
back into the silence I heard before.
I open my eyes to the light of a new day.

safe in my bed as though undisturbed.
so it was a dream, I realize,
and now it has allready begun to fade......