The night I went to sleep.

Despite the blistering cold that plagued the night
I swam in an ocean of my own sweat
Forcefully wading to shore
against drenching strong waves

The night was long;
my dreams were lofty
High on mountain peaks
that appeared hard to climb

I ran but fell;
my legs grew weak.

There was a city of gold
my eyes could behold
Far up the hills
I could reach if I be bold

I wailed at the mighty torrential wind
reaching forth to pull me out and away
The moon changed into sun,
and the sun became the moon
The clouds in the sky were shaded in gray.

That night I went to sleep a boy
and woke up a man
A new man, chief of a clan
with a scar to the face
That was faded in a tan

But the morning was fresh
and the leaves green
The city of gold my eyes beheld,
It’s treasures foretold
my hands have gleaned.