Is the light dimming?
\nOr am I going to sleep?
\nSlipping into a dream?
\nMistaking evening for dawn?
\nDropping the pages of my life
\nand picking up the scattered pieces
\nof me,
\nout of order,
\nlike free association.<\/p>\n
A child confronting the marbleized
\nveins of his hands
\nand wondering at all their tributaries.
\nA longing to be tucked in at night.
\nAfraid of the dark.
\nWanting to go to bed
\nso I can wander in my heart.
\nDiscuss reality with God,
\nand believe nothing is gone
\nbut only waiting to return.<\/p>\n
All the stars,
\nthe crowds of people,
\nthe seconds full of words and glances,
\nand prayers said on my journey,
\nuntil someone shakes me awake,
\nand whispers,
\nyou fell asleep,
\ntime to wake up,
\nit\u2019s not over until the fat lady sings!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Is the light dimming? Or am I going to sleep? Slipping into a dream? Mistaking evening for dawn? Dropping the pages of my life and…<\/p>\n