And then the phone rang
echoing through my twilight
A waking me in my sleep
How do you do? And a voice spoke might!

I ‘m calling, telling you, tomorrow is the day!
Tomorrow? Who is this anyway?
And he answered,
I am, and everything you face

So? Then . . . Why can’t I see you now? , Why do you call me?
And a silent pause . . . erased

Because you aren’t ready to efface yourself, let alone from me . . .
and I woke up from that sleep
Justice and I were staring . . . into my bed sheets;
Red sheets . . .

Thinking . . . OK . . . Am I that bad? Do I face myself?
I looked into the mirror . . . to breathe, outerwear and weary . . . I am teary
I paused in a moment of yesterdays, when I saw someone other than me now
She was once smiling back, but how?

Now the world creates a furrowed brow, even in my sleep . . .
I have a purpose, I say out loud!
and yet, the vibrancy of my youth had diminished, and I never reaped . . .

Does it have to be parboiled in fervent worry? (Asleep for now, she looks beyond the changes on the outside)
What happens within that regenerates energy for a soul?

Wisdom for one . . . occurs regardless, we all have the same consequences
In the end we all die!
I continued to sleep, waiting . . .and tomorrows came 
And then the phone rang and it was real. It was Him, saying, "bye-bye!"

and I woke up . . .

Copyright 2007
Kimmy Van Kooten