I dream of other times

Two in the morning,

should be sleeping,

but I'm not tired, not ready to close my eyes.

Contemplating,

so many things,

the very being of the world, with me in it.

Breathing softly,

heart beating,

I am alive, and thankful for that.

Tomorrow will come,

another day,

another chance to see the sunrise, to do better.

Praise the lord,

for He is great,

creations far surpassing that of a man's ability to reach.

Puzzle pieces,

nothing fits,

my brain whirls in a sea of confusion.

Grasping things,

something solid,

to hold on to, and never let go.

My life,

a search for meaning,

like a needle in a haystack.

Wishing for,

clarity,

peace at last, the final redemption.

So many people,

around me,

but they have no clue at all.

I need answers,

I sense them,

but they allude me, out of reach.

Eyes open,

darkness surrounds me,

can't see anything, can't find my way.

But I know,

someday,

it will all become clear.

Don't know when,

don't know how,

but I know with certainty, this darkness won't last.

The night is long,

but day will come,
and with it will be answers, clarity.

Five in the morning,

should be sleeping,

but I'm not.

The sky is pink,

like roses,

dawn is breaking over the horrizon.

The blackness of night,

gives way to light,

and all is peaceful at last.

Birds chirping,
people laughing,

everything as it should be.

I close my eyes,

and let sleep come,

let dreams be of other places.

G-d knows,

what's best for us,

and G-d is forever watching.