Every night, throughout my sleep
I wander. I search.
Walking, looking.
Sometimes I find something, someone
or some others to be with,
to share with...
But, with the light of morn,
as sleep moves into wakefulness,
my companion or companions of the night disappear.
or they simply dissolve into the aether
of what appears to be reality.
Once again,
I become aware of my solitude.
I am alone;
to try to start the day;
Always with the desire to
do something of purpose on this new day.
But on most days, I just cannot.
This morning, at least, I tried to convey
my situation.