My Muse is at last coming back, slowly. The stuff you'll see here for awhile is material from long, long ago; some of it High School, rewritten to make it more palatable.
Awakening Dreamshadows Bury the night in the brightening day, Gather your thoughts as they spread with the light Awkward moments pass Consciousness collects Taking form in a soul of glass. Reach up: cast about Search out the shuddering feel of the world, Reach out and snuff the heart's soft doubt. Brave the taste of another day's life Cross the border to wakefulness Cut the bonds of sleep with Reason's knife. Venture forth to the land of the living Join the mass that flowing through the streets. And judge it not, for it is past forgiving.
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2021
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