Questioning Soul

Healing now a slow and peaceful rest

Free from the onslaughts that define the day

I turn to the welcoming arms of night

To sleep half-conscious as my body lay

Questioning in dream that complex time

When truly what I am I cannot say

Or even what shall be clouds my thought.

I have become a wavering dot, a stray

Persona wrapped in an enigma's cowl

No longer can I voice the soul's desire,

And the Presence in my heart that came to stay

Is dimmed now, for what do I aspire?