We walk in sleep

We walk in sleep and talk in dreams,

of things which are not what they seem.

Somnambulistic strides and then

repeat ourselves and drift again.

But sometimes through the creatured world

that occupies our time, and holds

us ‘prisoned in vacuity, we hear a voice

which pierces clear, through nightmared life

and endless fear to waken us; veracity.

Yet in the night of endless days,

so many turn and settle still, 

convinced the voice that pierced their dream,

could not have been completely real.

 

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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