Impressions

Who are you, who sleep alone
While the dream ship waits beside your bed?
You start awake, and turn your face
To chase the sunflower’s petalled head.
Who are you, who raise your eyes
And lift your arms into the sky?
And who are you, whose waxen wings
Are cold, and unprepared to die?

Who am I, who sleep alone
Long after all the ships have gone?
I start awake, and turn my eyes,
To see the dusk but not the dawn.
Who am I, who raise my face
Into a sky all filled with rain?
And who am I, afraid to fly
Lest I should fall to earth again?

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