Awake at the End
I remember my birth
In hazy images
In a struggle for light
Laid dreamy upon my mother
You will carry the memory
Of my last day
That seemed so long
As it came to an end
Every step was noted
Every ripple of music
That hid upon the shadows
I am there in breath
A glissando of dreams
Enfolded me always
That is where I spent days
Instead of being awake
Barry G. Wick
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