three words eight letters
by: Morgan

You're the Sleeping
Composed
Of diaphanous Gauze
Of Color
Of Sound
And of Light.
I'm the Waking
The Real
The relentless Reality
Through which
All poor mortals must Fight.
Alone I am something
That everyone Fears
And without me you're Chaos and Madness
Together we're Life
We're the Threads of the Soul
Each saving the other from Sadness.