Waking Me
And I leave the dream
alone
Untouched so it might
never go
If I don't breathe it
might stay another night
If I don't cry it might
let me in for another try
Oh my breath grew shallow
at forbidden dreams
Captured by the moment
when I was whole
Complete, pure ... clean
I lived the king's life;
subjects, the whole world
These things I wrought
were magnified so clear
I saw destiny, she told
me my hidden name
Saw moonlight, thought
she said the same
Things are now so unclear
Waking up like falling
into the pit again
Looking up at where I
used to be
Dreamed of always being.
Casting stones, chopping
wood, laying seeds
Slipping the day away
Praying silently the dream
still calls me
Beneath moonlight I prayed
silent eulogies of the waking me
Untouched I left the sandman's
dust
Only thoughts of emptiness
and black holes
Only whispers remained
from the previous story
Hoping, praying to continue
this play
Only in my head my heart
runs away
Only in this dream do
I not dream away.
By Don Bernal
4-5-00