Prophecy of Now

Asleep inside the warmth of nothing new,
I pause to find a word which might suffice
Although to pause the dream obscures the view
Sufficiently to fill the vision twice.
At first I find a window fringed with frost
To stare beyond and through into the night
And though the heat of movement paused is lost
The view below inspires me to flight.
And next I watch the window disappear
And feel the cold of night come flooding in,
And then I lean beyond the ledge to peer
Into the dark to feel the warmth again,
To hear the echoed songs I used to sing
And sleep within the pause the echoes bring.

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