Wake up, wake up,
This is not your life —
It’s just that old dream,
The one that loops and loops
and never finds its resolution
Wake up, notice the signs
that this is just a dream:
The way you never get what you desire
The way it seems your only choice
is to feel empty
or fill the void with things you’re loath to do
Wake up — there’s more —
Your life is made
of stunning bands of chords and light
You’re vast as all those distant burning stars
Release this tiresome dream
and fill your sight
with what they tell your heart
of who you are.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 18, 2013
Enjoying the trenchant, dynamic opening in these poems..!