Somnambulist

In midnight's shroud, somnambulist roams, Through veils of dreams, a realm unknown, Reality's grip, a tenuous thread, Perception's dance, in moonlight spread.

In slumber's realm, the mind takes flight, Yet tangled in the web of night, The sleepwalker roams, both lost and free, A fleeting bridge 'twixt what is and could be.

Oh, elusive truth, in shadows cast, Do waking eyes see the world's depth vast? Somnambulist's journey, a whispered plea, To fathom the realms where reality's key.

AI assisted digital painting by Dehiscence