I woke from what I thought was just a dream
Unsure if I had woken, like a chick
That sleeps within an egg. Where it can seem
That certainty is just a bloody trick!
I “cheep” within my shell, but no one hears
My little songs or even cries for help
They represent my deepest, darkest fears
I’m not a chick at all; I’m just a whelp
But dog or bird, my noises are ignored
My dreams are cacophonic when I sleep
I hope my dreams become a true accord
I hope there’s peace and beauty I can keep
But sleep without a dream is pleasant too
If I awake and find I’m next to you.