Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Awakening Voice

so alone i lay in a bed of grey clouds,
in a dreamy room of forgotten sounds...
i lay my head on the pillow of dreams,
waiting and waiting for the sounds of sparkling streams.

so afraid what does this night intend,
so truly deep, i cannot feel or see the end...
i remember drifting deeper, and deeper into this safe place,
into this new dimension oh forgive me now my eternal vise.

the luxuriant transition is pure, lurid, and deep,
filled with silence and unclouded scenes of thought...
surrounded by a brilliant moonlight,
i only imagine a silver moon floating on a starry night...

it is 3 a.m., life has embraced complete nothingness,
and the ghostly moon has appeared at the end of night...
oh is it a dream beneath my skin begging for escape, who is it i hear
an awakening voice calling my name, again, and again, so far but yet so near...

...the room is empty, the house is empty, the world is empty,
yet  the voice is heard with no one there.

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