I awoke today from blissful dreams
Surprised by what seems real
Not by the things I see or feel
But something stirs from deep inside
Beneath the waking mists
Beyond the realms of life and time
Unless I dream, even still
The beautiful and contemptible essences
Of all I am…
Of all I’m not…
Distract, like ripples upon still waters
As life’s spectacle unfolds, capriciously
In tumultuous, bemusing grandeur, reflecting
In my inquiring, ambivalent eyes
Alas, yesterday’s certainties
Roused me eagerly this morn
With haunting questions
Beneath composure, my doubts revealed
Am I really awake
Am I truly awake
Is destiny my creation or fate
In the fleeting, evanescent moments
Of a newborn’s first cries
Is their knowledge transcendent
Of truths and of lies
And then, why does death wait… so silently
To finally allow clarity… reluctantly
Veracities whispered softly at the end
What then will this new day disclose?
Happiness, tragedy?
Life or death?
Who will be thankful?
Who will despair?
Tell me if you know, please
Unless I am dreaming… blissful dreams
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