Coming to Grips

 
Awaken from impossible dreams
tolls of time with wandering souls
a hearth not lighted for eons
except in wistful thoughts of home

there’s hope in the path to unfold
yesterday’s remnants of merriment
stolen from outside of the window
looking in but never touching

the next steps I take upon this earth
may be further than yesterday
in minutes and days but the light is dim
the music is slowly winding down

still trying to understand what unfolded
in years past in fading memories
life’s mysteries may never be known
but tomorrow’s story will be written

for life, a journey both fierce and kind,
lessons will be learnt and wisdom refined,
coming to grips with fate's ungentle touch
listening to the clock tick midnight