the light of forgiveness

Slow wave captains were objects of my envy.
Sleeping was so foreign, until I met death.
The skies opened singing the songs of rest to wake me
from the nightmare I existed in.
Lulling into vision, teaching, "Live again."
"Now is not the time, please live and love your friends."
Opened my eyes, and was let to see.
Awake and asleep in a dream.
Wanted to hear and heard it loud, the impetus to be clear.
We are not alone on this sphere.
Remember we are not the only ones here.