And the Days Shall Dream for Me
What fire burns in the dead of night
With no soul awakened to keep it?
What eye beholds the depth of its sight
With no sense of the sowing which reaps it?
What end unfolds into realms unknown
With no forethought to step out and reach it?
Well I can tell you I know
But the proof’s better shown
In suspension, just as I’ve seen it
Copyright Keli Birchfield 2015