wakefulness (for R. W.)

you make my spirit burn
like the waves scorching
the bay gone mad with storm
you burn away my rimed delusions
you undo my hidden knots
stripping away all pretense
you make sing my silences
while damping down my every conceit
you scare away my worries
while startling within me
I know not what    how it skips
this I-know-not-what
how it frolics   how it eggs me on
oh foreboding full of sun
oh night fraught with thorns
they are not eyes these stars
but unblinking dreams aflutter

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© Gregory V Driscoll 2014


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