February 22, 2015


I wake up
deep in the night,
feeling older
than I am.

My heart paces
its worn out cage,
finally fleeing an endless sleep,
returning to the world
I left too soon.

By the light of a drifting,
watchful moon,
it visits the dreams
of those I've known.

There in the shadows
of pale light,
it shows each one 
what I've 
been shown.