Pause

Pause I don’t know how to see this day,

 I’ve never felt a day this way:

never seen the skies so tall,

never felt myself so small. 

All the clouds seem bled of dreams, 

and their ceaseless passing so demeans

my still surveillance from the ground, 

where life has never seemed less profound. 

 And …… so – 

 Beyond the measure of day’s light, 

into the torment of the night, 

I cast my dreams on sterile ground 

and walk through years without a sound 

where, master of my needless life 

and heedless of the reaper’s scythe, 

I pause to wend an hour away 

in wondering how to see this day.