Dreams of a Waking Mind (non-rhyming)

There is a tenseness in the air,
that I have seldom felt before,
as if the forest holds its breath
the silence deepens with the dark.

A distant echo in the night,
across a sky of bygone peace,
before a moon of stains and scars,
that looks upon a lonely world

A song of beauty and of peace
it is that stirs the silent night.
From whence it comes, do I not know,
and what does sing, can I not tell.

Is it fancied, is it real?
Is this a dream I`ve dreamt before?
If only this be just as true
as all the anguish of my past.

Then let the beauty of this song
resound forever in my dreams
and let embrace my weary soul
the tranquil silence when it sleeps.

For it gives color to the pale,
and how it warms me in the dark.
If only I could never wake,
then I would never ask for more.

I couldn`t decided whether I wanted rhymes in it or not, so I made two