Sometimes in sleep

Sometimes in sleep

Oft times awake

I walk across a floor

Littered with splinters

Of past lives

The blood from many footprints

Trailed behind me

What waits behind the door

Do I want to know

When the last bell tolls

Do I ask for more

The midnight hour, long gone

The pendulum swung

From east to west

Until its gradual unwinding.

When the vanity of morning brings

A slight return

The waking is undone

In sleep as in death

When the breaking begins

With a question

Do I want to know

And ends before

The answer is complete

Do I ask for more

Leaving nothing but

A whisper in an empty room

As deep shadows melt

Into the gathering grey

Of another day

Nothing left remains

Of what was dreamed

Do I want to know

Before first light falls

Revealing splinters

Of determination

Drenched in sweat and hope

Wrung from a night

Of illusive meanings

Do I ask for more…