A Flickering of Time

Awake is but a fleeting break,

A flickering of feeble daylight,

Some scant dribbles of life,

Then dream upon unending dream.

Am I the slumbering dreamer,

Or another’s frantic dreams,

Or endless nightmares welling up,

Or simply limpid daydreams?

Some dreams bloom and flow,

Like foggy tangled webs,

Filling every silky corner,

Glowing with life eternal.

Some dreams remain murky,

Whispering, wiggling, wandering,

Lightning clawing the sky,

Spiraling from an infinite soul.