The Craftsman

I stay in the dark, 

When my room is blind; 

My eyes never see,
I've a paralysed mind;

When I sleep with death, 

Whose fatal stings are kind;

I sink and fly away,
Leaving the now behind;

I be an Oneiromancer,

My dreams are divine;

Talented, misinterpreted-mystic, 
I let dimensions entwine;

I slowly understand now,

The Myths of mine;

I lose consciousness now,
Through the drops of wine.

-KJ