I found this today in one of my notebooks. My mindset is definitely very different at the moment but I really liked it and thought to share it. Enjoy.
In the moment between sleeping and waking
my thoughts conceal their true intentions.
Accosted by the somnolent truths
and the denials of need in wakefulness.
Memories are cannons in the night
waves crashing in distant seas that can no longer hurt.
Images of intention,
mirrors held up to see and hear,
pains resolved underhanded.
Doubts amassed in silence.
Sometimes the elusive signals disappear as I stare
trying as I may to hold them
like notes held over bars
that fall flat despite the trying.
Sometimes I see me as I was
I speak as I did.
Tumultuous salads of chaos embroiled with living.
Sometimes time bends and balks
and spins me all around again
to meet my maker
and face the sins I have yet to commit.
And in the end I grasp at dregs
and filter smoke with my hands
and wave my hands through my thoughts
and lose them as the light of day shines on my brain of today.
The peace of the dreaming
and the war of colluding images
clash like giants all day long.
shifting me from day to night and back again.
Across time and moment,
across scent and debt.
Guilt is no longer quiet,
shame is not private.
Love is never subdued
when facets of thought break into consciousness.
Lies are heavy as lead,
and truth as light as air in the clear southern skies.
sounds as crisp as autumn,
and tales as loud as notes that part the silence of despair.
If you wake and cannot recall,
then take some time to ponder
on what time has set aside.
What may be buried deep today,
may bloom and glow anon.
For tombs are left unlabelled,
and angels fail to fly,
in the doom ridden coffin in the middle of the night.
