Within a slumber waking
Drifting out of mind
Encapsulated deep within the homestead of demise

A cold affliction of a waning night
The bold reflection of a fading life
Forever searching... in tepid unrest...

The lost soul claws to leave its' mark.

What brings thee aimlessly against the wall?
What leads thee to immense heights, conceding to fall?

Alas...
The pitied one abides for life, yet fervently seeks for transference.
Defaced as a sliding stone under rivers' foam.
Empty as the laughter of a stillborn child
Mercurial as the ripple of an unshed tear, yearned for by the emptiness of the past
Crashing down upon the waves, and sifting beneath the sand to rest

Through a silent passing
With bold guidance over lonely heights
The victor shall awaken

The numbness of being
and the vivid desire to leave
A nocturnal recourse
Clashing body and mind
Relinquished progress, revoked from within

Frozen bridges and hidden tracks
Leading to unseen passages
A burrowed escape deep within
Unpossessed by the waking mind

With encroaching numbness, the sleeper rests
With true darkness , the delusions beckon
Somnambulus echoes begin to stir
And take over all instinct as a bodied whisper

Once again at journeys end above an assembly of waiting stone, immovable, yet circling like vultures, beckoned forth for the journey home

A final instinctive step taken
For the sleeper to awaken
Lying effortlessly over moonlit stone
The wretched body remained

a shadow left, delivered to the night

Home at last, within the trees
A concourse of widowed pilgrims
Dancing and chattering with the breeze
A silent retreat, the soul was appeased...
At ease in its kingdom, apart from the deceased