Eyes closed, skies exposed
Reveal the glow above me
The slightest gleam, lightest beam
Unveils sunrise blushing.

The drip and drop, a grip that stops,
Slipping from the run;
Dream the shadow, scream the sorrow,
And stumble when you’re done.

Sway beneath the fraying wreath
Too wrought to reach the ending;
Perhaps your sleep, collapse the heap,
Will lift your soul ascending.

Deep in sorrow, reap tomorrow
The things you sow today;
Suffer, maybe, tough or shaky:
Faint, the sky seems grey.