These Few Precious Hours

07/30/11

 

I am stirred from slumber glorious and deep

To live amongst these who in wake are asleep.

Biding my time here is touch and go -

For I was somewhere else precious hours ago.

 

I do tire so of people and their insidious games.

Cuckoos and watchtowers and nightmares with names...

They bind and tie me, they think me their slave,

But I was somewhere else precious hours ago.

 

I look foward to little and trust very few,

Surprised by nothing where nothing is new.

Once I did shine and sparkle.  'Tis true!

But was shaken from truth precious hours ago.

 

Still I reach for where there is light!

I've touched a few's hands, a few's hearts, a few's sights...

I'm no longer alone.  Would like to think that I'm all right,

But the knowing came and went precious hours ago.

 

Love does reside, but by current lamps goes gray.

Struggling against others' willing filth, I decay.

So much work lies around me, there is no room to play!

And Time laughed at me precious hours ago.

 

So keep me from drowning in Gabriel's tea!

Lift my weary chin, and this heart, as my pleas.

Give me some sweet similitude to a stretch of my wings!

Yay, though my soul weeps, I have hours to go!

 

 

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I do so tire of people and their insidious games, once I did shine and sparkle 'tis true. Love does reside, but by current lamps goes gray, give me sweet similitude to a stretch of my wings...........my soul weeps, but I have hours to go. What a beautiful piece!

[eglantine]

I feel like this would fit perfectly in some rendition of Alice and Wonderland.