Waking Up

Cool September morning; summer’s all but finished,
Sad shafts of sunlight thru clouds as if the sun’s ashamed to show its face,
The traffic limps along; could be just another day,
But I went to sleep in the land of dreams and woke up in some other place.
Waking up,
From nightmares to truth.
I dreamt of brothers and sisters and enemies,
And a faceless tragedy that polarized right and wrong,
I dreamt of buildings, birds and bones and the gnashing of teeth,
And more sorrow and pain than would ever fit into the melody of song.
Waking up,
From truth to pain.
I struggle so hard to understand the hate,
But there is nothing in dreams or in flesh that serve as explanation,
So I watch my brothers and sisters die just for the sake of evil,
And the bitter fruit of rage seems over-ripe with justification.
Waking up,
Sleeping lion.