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

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