Introspective look at a waking dream |
Uncertainty of madness ( In the dead of night ) I startle awake, heart pounding, metal taste on my tongue There....again...a fleeting sound whispers into the ears of my soul Stark moonlight on dry fingers of leaves moves eerily in the edge of sight What meaning, what definition given to the rivers of thought inside my mind OOOOoohhh...the floodgate opens....Oh God..Oh no... Released now, the chorus swells to crescendo Volleys of question and doubt overwhelm reason And truth has no way to quell the fear, the surety that it is not right I scream over the roar, and the child inside answers softly… you must listen..you must listen..you must listen "To what?" I cry in anguish, As the shadow moves on the window-sill quietly, darkly .. Seeming to dampen the struggle within Chilling, numbing breath on hold Forever..takes but a second, a fraction of a lifetime A glow of moonbeam slides in, capturing my frozen eyes, Highlighting the motes that dance in the confines of my perception And the child whispers..you must listen to them Consciousness sharpens, zooms tight, So small the motes, the remembrance, awareness as I touch one It explodes into memory and senses surround me There and there, as it was before… Such wonder, such innocence, such raw passion, such zest The exhale of my breath is glacial Cold across my skin, so broiling hot The next heart beat starts slowly and time speeds up again A cry in the wind, I rise and let the cat in Then settle back to begin my journey anew Milburn 9-2008 |