Awake, I crawl through metaphors of wine and song,
I become aware of someone who is me – who isn’t me
flickering with misty passion in and out of sight.
The role of king is challenged by the son
who would take things to a point so far unrecognised,
and when we’re past the place of no return,
trusting a new idea into our hands.

The thee and me that live in our minds
will always shadow the virtual and the technical.
There is no way to get rid of them
now that we have seen them.
So take a step back and hope, pray for an answer.
Listen for the step in a burst of rain
when light bursts through
and we are forgiven for wanting dryness now
rather than water that gives all earth life.

The flow of the uncertain spans life and death.
We cannot avoid it, but only rest in a sea
that feels as though it may drown us.
Time seems so precious that we won’t give it up
for the unknown future that may be asked of us.
But think, wake up, and know that there is and isn’t
a pattern or meaning that we can fathom in all this.
Just thee and me, I and thou, forever flickering
just out of sight as we wake from the night.