Friday, August 23, 2002

 
Sometimes you wake in the middle of the night,
Fingering your neck as if choked.
You sweat and sigh with fear
As the slow seconds burgeon
With climactic uncertainty.
Wake up...
Sometimes you dream of a light,
An unknown shelter in a vast land;
Uncertainty twisted in hope
Draws you away into darkness.
Wake up...
Sometimes you smell the newness of spring,
Its scent wafting willfully forward, reckless and free.
Unaware of the stench of winter,
A malignant odor soaking the skin.
Wake up...
Sometimes, you dream of waking
But, the unknown beckons fear forward
And upon your knees you sink into the dream.
Wake up...
Sometimes, you scream in desperation
Crowing in action-less discontent,
Wanting, but unable to do.
Wake up...
Sometimes you need; An unfathomable wish
Waiting in closeted wings
To fly, to become,
To wake up.

James posted this at 10:30 PM.