Last Waking Thoughts (Sonnet to be read in 12/8 time)

save for the scent of the sea-sons chang-ing  
everything seems to appeal to his sight..
present and sacred are gui-ses rang-ing  
from safety to truth, bearing light
safety and trust in the An-cient's liv-ing  
deaf ears turned in-to functioning tools..
hundreds of years of their wisdom-giving  
has crippled our nature as competent fools..
 
soft is the light of his glow-ing Dreams, that  
soon will die out with the advent of Sleep..  
he is the one who has seen it first, so  
he prays the pages their souls, to keep  
 
for maybe we want peace and happiness  
 
 
but we’re stuck with bliss and hopelessness