Wake!

 

Are your eyes open as of yet?

 Can’t you get ready, did you forget?

 

What is this, some final day?

 Open your eyes, we have things to do, words to say.

 

Who says my eyes have opening to do?

 

More me that the supposed you.

   Its time to rise, time has not completed.

 

Perhaps, but its me, not time

That is defeated.

 

Oh?

    Defeated of what?

 The will, the desire, the goals seizes to set your fire?

 

Flames! Oh how I remember those,

   They once rose my eyes,

Taunting with their licks of potential.

 

And what have you say to them stopping now?

   A flame can die, but the wood can still burn.

 

Perhaps you speak honestly, my dear old friend.

But this, this must be the end.

 

Or maybe the end of the old, and beginning of the new?

You never know, you do.

   I say you wake. You needn't run off flame,

The heat isn't always the fuel.

Sometimes the fuel is cool.

   Wake my friend, I you not leave

          I know it be not the end.

 

. . .For you I may stand.

 not saying I wont soon fall to nights sand.

 

But for now all will stay?

 

For now. For today.

 

I'm glad the land of wake is what you have met.

 

-NN