Serpentine Poem by Steven Webster

Whispers
Somewhere in the recess of my mind
Is a place I know I've been before
And will be again

In unconsciousness of night
On the edge of early morning
I surrender without warning
To delight
By the ticking of the clock
And the candle light devoured
Making peace with slumber's hour
I take flight

Yearning, learning, life is turning
The shape of an idea, discerning
Serpentine

Cast myself from break of day
Chanced upon this secret bower
A greater part of me in flower
Slips away
And with every step I falter
Another part of me is altered
And the cliffs applaud my
Tumble from on high

Yearning, learning, life is turning
The shape of an idea, discerning
Serpentine
Serpentine

It's every other place
It's every other time
Every word that rhymes
Everything sublime

Yearning, learning, life is turning
The shape of an idea, discerning
Serpentine

It's all a state of mind really
An oasis
Lit within the candle of your being

Oh, don't you wake me from
My slumber sleep
Don't you break me from
The hour of my being
Don't you realize
We're all just fast a-sleeping

Whispers
Somewhere in the recess of my mind
Is a place I know I've been before
And will be again