Engaged In Guessing

The moon never beams without bringing me dreams.
Thus here i stand engaged in guessing,
if this was just another nightmare.
A nightmare that is torturing my soul day after day.
Why is this so real?
I try to wake up,
but it pushes me back inside
my soul is begging for peacefullness.
Let my heart be still a moment
why do you want to steal it's beating from me?
Neither the angels in heaven
above nor the demons down under the sea
can ever dissever my soul from it.
I need to feel the daylight.
I need to feel the freshness of the green fields of April.
I know i'll have to do ir alone my only follower will be the wind ...