For What It's Worth.

I am standing at the edge of dreams.
Though they are silent, it seems.
This, in despite of my pleading.

I implore; they are unheeding.
What's more, they are
aggressive.

Oppressive, they are,
for their lips are sealed.
Leaving me nothing to wield
against the infinite space of
seeking.

No voices; no noise.
And no guidance.

So I will wait with poise. 
Soon one will speak
and recognize that
I am standing at the edge of dreams.