Alive Again

In dreams untried, (the painted actor’s grief)

All feelings bled, dry fears of wisdom shed,

Our humble man, the actor held beneath,

The prophet’s dream, the child’s belief.

A man entombed, without tomorrow’s sky

I felt I knew, he felt the sunrise too,

Alone with all, the world without the eye

And I was dark, as if to die.

He knew the words, and raised his pen to see

But met the heart, and visions held apart

Then cried for life, a deeper scar of me,

He took my hand, then set us free.

And from this time unmeasured, deep within

From sleep we rose, upon a virgin breeze

In freedom borne, fresh days of dreams begin,

Awake at last, alive again.

November 1978 (as amended)

© Michael G Reid 1978-2011