Sleep

He coaxes the morning into waking
Sun rising, temperatures elevating

but why can’t i rise?
stuck in nightmarish sleep

when will the morning come
and my mourning end?

This cycle seems unbreakable

taken from righteousness
and dashed against the ocean’s stone

the darkest floor steals my sight
as my lungs fill with sand and water

Surrounded by unbelief
held down by the weight of the ocean itself

Who comes to save me
drowning in the dark

have i slipped Your grasp?
Your morning doesn’t even reach this depth..

sink me
with the ships of old

All i wanted was a hand to hold
on to, and maybe rise to the surface

and breathe Your air.

but air doesn’t reach this depth

if i stretch out my hand,
will You try to reach it?

if i struggle for air,
will You try to breathe into me?

O, why can’t i rise
from this nightmare

stirring in wake-less sleep

where are the foxes
brushing their tails over my eyes

keeping me from waking

a wish to wake with the waking sleepers.

why can’t i rise?

why can’t i rise?