Sleeper
Slowly, slowly her thoughts glide
Over the hills, by the mountainside.
She steps forward though halting,
Second-guessing her every move.
Only the sounds exalting
Louder with each remove.
Sounds of laughter echo in the wind
Sounds of freedom swirling round the bend
The sound of light
The sound of truth
The sound of hope
That she once knew.
Asleep, asleep her thoughts glide
Over the pillow, by the fireside.
She stirs for a moment,
One thinks she might wake,
And hope for her atonement
For her blessed own sake.
Wake up sleeper
Wake up and remember
Remember your Maker
Remember the ember
As it cooled in your soul,
Once ignited in warm glow.
Sleeper you dream
Of far off, twisted things.
Perspective so warped, you
Look at a road that is forked.
You should remember two roads
That were diverged in a wood
As you carry your loads
Not remembering, though you could…