too bright the sky with no sun
too thick the air to breathe
what became of the dream
when the dreamer awoke?

too dark the evening hours
too still the empty room
who waits in the corner
hands cold as space?

too stark the written words
too bleak their missive
why in the height of summer
does ice clutch me?

too long the days in between
too quiet a life held in pause
where did the dreamer awaken
in sunlight or in snow?

too muggy too circular thoughts
too chill too warm my soul
when will I awaken?
when will the sun return?