So often do I feel myself alone;
A shadow-being as dwelt in shadowed land;
Within a hidden place of shadowed sleep;
To drift within the dreams of others; and
Although I live surrounded, I am prone
To wake whilst do they rest. So lonely, I;
At best: am tossed to shadows and their keep;
And, though I prize the quiet time thereby–
Such times, surreal they seem; as unbeknown–
Am I, to any life beyond my mind–
Enveloped, parallel, and buried deep
From all of God’s creation–misaligned.
Until I’m thrown, myself, to dream; and make
To leap and join the world, wherefore I wake.