Bojenn
Midnight and time moves even while sleeping
Breathing is controlled by the mind and heart
No worries ~ simply rest within easy rhythms
In the twilight of shadows unfolds odd dreams
Faces seem familiar and places are sublime
The columns of The Parthenon stand not cold
Moving above the earth like a ghostly spirit
This world appears friendly and is as a home
This place between heaven and somewhere unknown
Gliding over tombstones awakening slumber
Wake up my friends Brigadoon is now open
The night is older and our time thus shorter
The alarm will sound and moments departing
Awaken please, oh my dearly former ~ tribe of brothers
Mother can you hear me and you my father dear?
Look I’m soaring around the temples of my souls tiers
Calling you to attention but you sleep instead
We shall talk and laugh at this moment of truth
Subjects of interest, please tell me all truth
We’ll settle all arguments that set us apart
Oh hear me, you who hibernate within the dark
I don’t travel nightly to the relics of your house
Places call me and I surrender to their quest
Living parallel to a place where the sleeping roam
The dead aren’t citizens of the globe of the living
No they’re awaiting eternal rest or a place of isolation
Leave them convalescing before facing judgment
And I shall return to the alarm sounding sunrise
Respectful of they who who fear their actions
Relying on tales whispered into consciousness
Hoping the creator is truly the most merciful
He who keeps no records of past transgressions
“Be mindful.” the gatekeeper yells, as I fly
One day you’ll be here be mindful of that!
Saluting the prophet with wild green eyes
“Go home to your bed, leave the dead neigh!”
To the bed moments before the sun cast rays
Tossing and turning this way and that
The resounding cacophony sat me upright
Rubbing my face and yawning from drowsiness
My feet hit the ground finding slippers hiding
And dressed for a day of working with terminals
Forgetting the columns of The Parthenon
The coffins in darkness and fog of the moments
Fifteen hours will pass before my ship launches
Unto the kingdom of the traveling soldiers
Passing the stratosphere of living existence
Into a place for pilgrims of astral projections
Goodnight my children and may safe journeys be yours
Into a spaceship called sleep visiting other worlds
BJ 2017
