Morning Come
from A Shard of the Mosaic by Robert Leslie
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lyrics
I dreamed myself awakened
in an old, unknowing place
smoke and incense in my hair
and charcoal on my face
I ate of bread and drank of wine
slept on a bed of wood
I did away with everything
I ever understood
I then awoke to find myself
as always in a room
a heat unseasoned pressing
from my curtains in the gloom
my bulb was white, my walls were bare
my ceiling cracked and mean
I knew at once my only place
was back inside that dream
yet sixteen hours I was awake
sixteen hours I worked
my eyes I lowered to the ground
laid down my search for words
I ate when I was hungry
I drank when I was dry
I made myself to stay awake
until my time of night
yet morning come I woke in sweat
unmoving, run aground
the sun shone pale and yet I saw
no light nor heard a sound
I lay there still for hours more
begging for release
at last I rose, I quit my door
and threw away my keys
I don't know how much time has passed
since I last had a home
I pity those who must remain
encased in brick and stone
I never knew that dream again
but I can still recall
the meanness of my ceiling
and the whiteness of my walls
in an old, unknowing place
smoke and incense in my hair
and charcoal on my face
I ate of bread and drank of wine
slept on a bed of wood
I did away with everything
I ever understood
I then awoke to find myself
as always in a room
a heat unseasoned pressing
from my curtains in the gloom
my bulb was white, my walls were bare
my ceiling cracked and mean
I knew at once my only place
was back inside that dream
yet sixteen hours I was awake
sixteen hours I worked
my eyes I lowered to the ground
laid down my search for words
I ate when I was hungry
I drank when I was dry
I made myself to stay awake
until my time of night
yet morning come I woke in sweat
unmoving, run aground
the sun shone pale and yet I saw
no light nor heard a sound
I lay there still for hours more
begging for release
at last I rose, I quit my door
and threw away my keys
I don't know how much time has passed
since I last had a home
I pity those who must remain
encased in brick and stone
I never knew that dream again
but I can still recall
the meanness of my ceiling
and the whiteness of my walls
credits
from A Shard of the Mosaic,
released September 20, 2014
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Robert Leslie New York, New York
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Apr 25Seattle, WA
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May 4Brooklyn, NY
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Jul 14Brooklyn, NY
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