DREAM OF THE DISENGAGED

Unsettling images bombard my sleep

In waves, they wash over the artists eye

Reality in the deepest depths, I reap

And not waking,

Not waking, I sit and cry

For the past that keeps repeating

For the future clouded in fear

For my youth that I am keeping

As if in a jar for some later year

And the years they do roll by

As these years and dreams ne’er collide

In present tense, into a dream within a dream

And not waking, I sit and cry

For the past that always looms

For the future seen with hope

For my age forewarned of doom

As I carry on and helplessly grope

At waking

SFK