In What They Dream

A peaceful invasion of words
Into the privacy of an angry,
Tired Giant
Who is too tiny and exhausted
To destroy or be defiant
Is exactly what he doesn't need
But probably what he requires

We think

Nothing violent or mean
Just something small,
Quiet

Something that inspires
The massive little creature
That's too gone in sleep
Dreaming of things
And possibly more

Things
Things that process deep
Under the eyelids
Which probably shutter

We hope

With every whisper
Every kind word
That we could possibly utter

Barely above silence

And maybe the sounds will stick
Into his subconscious
To be remembered later
So he knows our purpose
Our perfect knowledge

Truth

Something he doesn't know
An understanding that's greater

But we're still waiting
Waiting for someone
In the silence of whispers
To wake and stop sleeping

And care

To walk past the blanket of sleep
And finally stand and stare
To see
If the tiny giant is really there
As we all dream him to be