Sleepers, Awake!
by Bill Haley

Sometimes I don’t want to sleep,
Because it’s all too wonderful.
I sit and ponder nothing
And everything at once.
I hold my longings unlisted with an open heart
And trust the Brooding One, who is here
To hear
And prod me when my eyelids drop, for sleep.

Sometimes I know what explorers of old would feel
When a fabulous, phantastic new scene emerged
And a wave of glory broke on their heads,
Flooding their eyes with light so bright
That they were struck blind.

“We wake, if we ever wake at all,
To mystery,” she wrote.
She does not lie.

“Wake up!  Wake up!  Wake up!” he wailed,
Dancing before no audience
But dancing as one with all matter
And all that matter cannot imprison.

Do the fern fronds part for you, my friend?
Do the stars sing to you as well?
We are not alone, the seers,
For all that we see
Is company enough.

But, ah!  how much better
When shared.

So, stay awake with me.