Interlude

Perception strains the eyes
As reality srikes a heart,
Busy as we go
While we stumble in the dark.
Forgetting bits of time
Losing what we may
Rushing to and fro
With senses somewhat frayed.
Always there is something
And nothing done just right
Searching in the dark
While searching for the light.

Never it was closer
Yet always was the same
Waiting for the moment
We'd attempt to stop and wait.

Now stopped among our hurry
With heavy laden lids
Tired eyes are burning
Crashing in the drift.
Memories now are churning
Kneading into dream
Waking to a sunrise
Not real as it should seem.
Taking flights of fancy
Up to skyward bound
Spirals send us crashing
Where only oceans may be found.

Waking up to grog
Another weekend here
Time to stop the rushing
And hold a loved one near.

Now bestilled and silent
A moment comes to pass
Thought is now a drift
As the light within is cast.

Fadedspirit 12/11/2008

what great lines-very nice fadedspirit