Common Voices—Sing
To Heaven—A Cry for
Season—or similar
Song—For what can one ask
from that Hidden One—for Long
My Esteem—ever so Slim—
lost in Reason—to join in—
the Common Voices—as one—
In Season—again
Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 2:46 PM UTC
I awake to the midnight morning
of sleepwalking
the thumping of my soul deep in the
morning twilight
children slumber under their
dark covers as I emerge
from dreams of hope and despair
under my bittersweet tongue
their slumber
and mine
expectant and hopeful
anxiety ridden in our own way
blessed am I to unfold
during the AM hours
of morning radio
cold floors and
oil black
coffee of the watchman’s variety
alive to hear my strange thoughts
and my children safe but for a moment
as I sleepwalk
in darkness
Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 6:17 AM UTC