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