Carless sentries have slowly yielded
given themselves up to murmuring desires
the tarnished paleness of drink
the languid escape of half-closed eyelids
all the while you have been whispering
from the next drunken pillow
trying to break through the dream, into life
together we have slept
unmindful of the waxing moon of memory
careless of the impending dawn
but our fire, though oft drowned in forgetfulness
leaves embers that cannot be quenched
and they rise up now to the dawn’s call
stirring the ashes into a new birth
now is the time for waking
for the unfiltered purity of that inner fire
steeped in realities divine
ever-awakening, ever-striving, ever-growing