Sonnet On A Dream

I wrote this after I had had a bad nights sleep.

I open my eyes in the grey of dark!
Paralysed, unable to move, fear starts
To invade my senses, branding its mark
Upon my conscience, as my back I arch.
Figures stand before me: so vividly
I see through my eyelids that which I fear.
But I am unable to move, move free
From these shackles of woe which I must bear.
Soft! A vision now dancing before me,
Invitingly pretty in the half-light.
To and fro, this sight, waltzing merrily
With the beat of my heart, eases my fright.
To this I know, and it shall remain clear,
To know love is to have knowledge of fear.