I Wake
18 times, a night.
And I never know, why.
And I never know, that I did.
And, before......
The sun...... rises,
tomorrow.
I’ll wake 18 times again.
Who’s going to save me now
as I sleep.
Once again
I’m lost within that maelstrom, called....
life
I’m transparent,
Like ...... ice.
What dark secrets.
Do you,
hide .......
I’m searching for,
Solas
And the hours that I sleep, are few.
Giajl © Jim Love