Sound from the Waking Land

Poetic Reflections at the End of the Reverie

My birth came first, My death was thereafter, In between was a dream, Fleeting, forgetful, wet with laughter.

It’s too bad I’d never remember, Moments ago falling asleep, And the life which felt like forever, Was passing seconds I could not keep.

If I would have seen the illusion, Just a little bit earlier, I wonder how many years would have been, All that much easier.

If I could sail to the edge of the reverie, And offer the water my pain and misery, I’d return lightened and playfully, To make my home so heavenly.

Now as the other side draws me to wake, And the realness of my world begins to diminish, It becomes less solid each breath I take, Only tears feel heavy, falling toward the finish.

If I would have seen the illusion, Just a little bit sooner, I wonder how many years would have been, Filled with cheer and good humor.

If I could rewind my time, I’d embrace every hand with a smile, I’d go to days before my prime, And stroll contently through every mile.

A familiar sound comes from the waking land, And signals the time of my departure, The steps I’ve taken fall away in the sand, I don’t have much farther.

Bill DuBay Jr. ⚡️ 2019