A poem I wrote in 1978

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
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