Awake
I just woke up from the dream I fear the most
And welcomed even more
Knowing what to see
Just what know
Just what to say
But it’s not yet believed
The doubt will lay in wait for some time
But I just woke from a dream that was all about me believing I was already awake.
And now I see my wayward
Ways
I am again of clay
Not yet set into the fire.
To be molded how it may.
Awake.
And with the noise being made
How could I ever have remained asleep?
Shadows creep.
And it is not in nightmares.
But in the chairs
Sitting across the table
Watching us eat.
A stranger may be friend
Friend a foe
A foe a lover
A lover another.
But we awake to not only the souls of others
No that was another dream.
Now I wake to another reality.
One where I find may more dreams will be broken.
For who can stay awake?
And who can stay asleep?
It is the nature of those who breath.
And what a wicked, tragic, deceptive web we weave.
That’s shines and gleams in the morning sun purely.
Surely
Awake and divine.
Aligned with love
And embraced in all that is warm
But cold as ice
With such knowledge.
—C.R.Stanger
4-2025
