Toward A Dream Poem by Lazarus Knix

Towards a dream my soul did go;
Into a land of shattered light,
Yet, with one brief afterglow,
(Cast by glimmers from the snow)
I felt your presence stain the night.

It marked no joy, or agony,
Rather, stark uncertainty-
On weather to remain within,
This aura of calm ignorance-
Or submit to curiosity.

For man’s state is shattered, bear-
And if I venture to repair,
I risk becoming broken too,
Yet in the warmth of solitude,
I am whole, I am complete,
And although safe, I am not free.

This befuddling, sorry state-
Is a dream from which my soul
Didn't wake.