Sleep took me by the hand <br />And led me to the water. <br />When I arrived to the river, <br />Sleep released his grip <br />And left the way he came, <br />Silently. <br />I tried to convince the earth to let me stay, But she directed me below. <br />All is alone in the earth, <br />So I wondered why <br />The mother of the lonely <br />Would not want some company <br />On the surface. <br /> <br />I walked <br />Below the water <br />In humility. <br />Though <br />many voices traveled the road of my mind <br />I listened to one, <br />And was deaf to all the others. <br />It was the voice of my grandfather, <br />Who told me things twice. <br />From him I heard the phrase: <br />'Carry on, carry on, Help carry others burdens <br />And you will be carried along.' <br /> <br />A quarter moon rose from the earth, <br />But only illuminated the clouds. <br />I saw into the willows By their illuminated light. <br />My ring will not be as the willows, Mine will be shown. <br /> I have committed to cross this water, <br />Even as I have committed To those who are in the earth.<br /><br />Preston Simmons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woken-once-more/
