Fishing For Dreams

The night is bleak and lonely,
And the stars aren't out to play,
Some dark creature has been called upon,
To tuck the moon away.

There's another net without a seam,
Within my hand, I hold it tight,
I'm fishing for another dream,
Enveloped in the dead of night.

The boat I stand upon right now,
I don't think it exists,
In fact, I know that if I just speak,
The world will set a-drift.

So much cruelty in a waking,
Such reflection in a fall,
It's the night that ends the blazing sun,
You just can't have it all.

Simple ripples in the river,
Bring alight the hopper's cricks,
In a boat, I'm fishing out for dreams,
Within the river Styx.