At night my soul lies awake

At night my soul lies awake
Full of thoughts of tomorrow:
Hopes of breath, dreams of life...
Half buried heartbeats
Sunk beneath the faded earth of a watercolor life.
At night my heart lies awake
Hoping once again to breathe,
Longing for fresher air
Than can be found in the ever-present
Smog-ridden downtown of day to day appointments and schedules.
And again I see You,
Through the distance of my so-called life.
You are the Soul Waker,
The longed-for beat of every heart;
Who defies logic and flies in the face of our Towers of wisdom,
Only to redefine them, to build our hearts and minds back to
The Source that pierced the emptiness, the Cripple’s First Step, the Tidalwave of Color in the Newborn’s first sight.
And yet I let this watercolor life call my name
Louder than the sound of your love ripping galaxies to find me;
And the smog of these days fills my lungs, stops my heart.
This is my town. Sometimes it seems like it's all I've ever known.