Sleep in Hell

When I waken deep in Hell,
Journeyed long to break the spell;
I will meet you at the gate
Of the city of our fate.

A room without the moonlight
Never dawn, just fade to night.
The journey circles back around
To familiar, uncharted ground.

In another world, we greet the day
Bid farewell to the words we say.
Sleepwalking now—we hope to see
Lives built of what should be.

With eyes to the sun, polish the land
What should have been now grains of sand.
For the sake of grief, our dying will
To hold this moment; hold it still.

What memories can serve today?
What future’s past now paves the way?
I will meet you where we never go—
The only place it’s safe to know.

© 2020 Marten Hoyle