Fear shouts, summons me,
draws me towards its light
luring me in. The temptation
of the known, 

versus 

the muted Dream;
but I cannot call my Dream mute
for risk of my own offending,
but how to compare a howl 
with the silence of embers;
the chains of time 
with the lofty ideas of a child
petulant and needy;
a muted Dream once imagined
falling short to a lifetime
shackled. 

Muffle my fears,
clean my ears 
to the sweet songs of dreaming;
let the tune of the untraveled
replace seductions from the known; give me freedom 
to roam.