The Last Act

the still night covers my eyes
dreams are lost on a blank canvas
I wake to a jumbled mixture of letters
meaningless yet full of texture and depth

if only I could explain the draw
if only I could express the vision

my mind travels so much further
beyond the words put on paper
somewhere past the cask that I walk in
alone and withdrawn
waiting for the light to change
the alarm to ring
but it won't
until
I
make it.

©2005 Sean Muzzy