Wake Up

Life is but a dream.

When the depths of meaning are found,

     just to perish in the darkness,

     will it begin to make sense?

     How pressure forms the gem,

     shining underground in long wait;

     a sharpness defines the glass edge,

     waiting to discover the color of light.

When time becomes too long,

     just to lose the way in the void,

     will it all become recognizable?

     To become forever a stranger,

     crawling slowly as a mist over the hill,

     retreating in the morning hour,

     and given just a moment of glory.

When life displays its welcome mat,

     just for desire to become something,

     will the gravity of it all unite us?

     A shining star in the vacuum,

     the reflections of an eager design,

     mirrored in our vast sea of hope,

     with love gently lapping on the sure.