Waking Life

Today has been a rich day,
A sore day.
A day filled with waking life
In a waking life filled with dreams.

Hesitantly we reverse,
And seek to upbraid
The loneliness from our shadowed hearts.
Inspiration stems silently from-

Today was a rich day,
And we walk softly
As evening's darkness hastens itself
Across the sky.
If my waking life is a dream then my dreams are-

My heart is faint, beating forgetfully
For I seek what others have sought.
There is a rumour in his slow and steady rhythm:
A propitious unquiet that speaks of scattering
This confusion,
And of dissipating our distance into the darkness