Saturday, August 09, 2003

9 A.M.

I open my eyes
As reality stirs my consciousness
Still tossing and turning
Still wrapped in a calming warmth
Still awed by misty apparitions
Still hearing voices
In the silence and light of a new day

I am weak, starving, and lost
What happened to everything?
Where is my strength?
Why do I feel?
And what do I feel?

I wish I could just go back to that silent fallacy
That broken vision that seemed like it could last for eternity
Caught in the unceasing trance of the night

But now I have to get up and move on
Feeling like I haven’t moved in years
Not being able to open my eyes
For having them closed for all time

I seek retreat from the new day
But I am compelled to rise
Get my feet on the ground
And tread on

Dreams come at night
And days are meant to be lived

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