Waking

Could it be that everything we touch turns to gold
Enraptured by the air we breathe, embraced in life's sweet hold
In effigy we bow our heads, though there is naught to praise
In worlds of possibilities that sing of darker days

Maybe in the waking, the dreams they never leave
And Sorrow's lament for the night is only a reprieve
For daily walk through sun and flame herald shadow still to come
And all we build in daylight lives not when day is done

Maybe in the dreaming, we're home with long lost friends
Who greet us on return of a long, bright journey's end
Transfixed upon life's mystery, this ancient sacred trust
That could it be in juxtapose, the dream is dreaming us

Maybe in the dying, we'll spill the riddler's blood
Unravling all the lives we've led in sorrow and in love
Perhaps it is like waking, and one day we will find
After mortal folly, that living left us blind


Copyright © 2007 Daelin Lunaeri