Hush...I'm dreaming...

I looked out the window
as the world drifted to sleep
in the shadows of the lights
lit to light up the darkness in its dreams

The snowflakes tumbled down
from the heavens, swirling,
breathing silent life onto the streets
putting the covers on the exhausted

I step out my door
and look the cold straight in the eye
The lamps are but fireflies
Beacons they may be, but no fire in them

They choose to chase their visions
in the light of the day
while I roam the paths that lie
deserted, cold, in the interludes between the sun

Don't they know what they're missing?
why do they have to dream
with their eyes shut, and boots off?
is this spectacle waiting for an audience?

I'm doing justice to His creation
in speechless admiration of the pristine
yet moving force of the scenes
He etches tirelessly through the night

But am I?
in the solitude of my ecstacy
have i left some dreams
out here in the cold, to wither?

Do all those who wander
have to get lost?
Do all those who stay on the path
make sacrifices worth their weight in gold?

Oh, to be a daydreamer
Living out the days in my imagination
And waking the nights to find the joys
Of a life they call wasted, with no regrets.

Amen.

Garbled confessions

Overcome with a flood of so many nameless emotions, and inexplicable sensations, with no control over my next thought. Switch on the music, push up the volume to max, and starve the brain of space to think, because thinking won't help. Let it pass...