its amazing, how quickly we fade
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright In Truth's day-star?
so I am tormented standing on this line, unable to decide which side to cross into, so I weave between my options, never submerging deeply enough within one to loose sight of the other. And I can never sleep. I do not hate the anchor that holds me, I loath myself for being incapable of letting go.
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright In Truth's day-star?
so I am tormented standing on this line, unable to decide which side to cross into, so I weave between my options, never submerging deeply enough within one to loose sight of the other. And I can never sleep. I do not hate the anchor that holds me, I loath myself for being incapable of letting go.