Musings
Half remembered, half wandering day dreams
Hours at a time suspended
Consciously awakening as I’m nearly asleep
A small flame burns
A brilliant candle in a chaotic void
Somehow still clinging to life
After all these years of neglect
Sensations dim, emotions encroach
Repressed dimensions of personality re-surface
Alive at last, gasping on that first breathe
Frightened, ashamed, too much too fast
A wandering mind asleep
Dreaming of lives it wished it lived
In worlds where every chance was fair
And supreme comfort was attainable
Lift me up
Cradle me gently in arms of flowers
Safe from threat of injury and distress
Convince me that it isn’t just a dream