Unremitting Dreams
In the darkest gloom I have only dreamt
As many can’t; though slumber sent
As many gently slept; I cannot sleep
With rest disturbed from rancid dreams
From the beginning of life I could never awaken
The sorrow and pain that many have forsaken
Hearts turn to stone; as I have three
And none were ever given to me
Why- has the lights of youth, in dawns caressed
Do they shake in dreary storms redressed?
From every dream of bad and good
An obscurity that haunts my blood:
From all mountains, or the hills
From the black beak of the river mills
From a moon that hides behind a turning sun
In its glory revealed for everyone
From every killer’s lullaby
That has passed beside me in the night
From the power and surety of every aftershock
With the world taking my ticking clock
The alarm…ever merciful, never goes off
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