There are days as these

There are days as these
Where all the world around
Seems but a distant tune
Echoing oft and far
From this mind of me

The voices trail in and out
But I hear little of what they talk about
How much is really seen or heard

Do they know the word
On which my tongue is pressed
Is it clear or far from them
As they are from me

So oft I seem but lost in this haze
Where moments of time
Turn to endless days

When shall it cease
When shall it cease
When shall come
That pleasant peace

All seems quiet
And distant here
A world in all of disconnect
And I am one
A part of it

So what now
Shall come of this
When to return
And what to discern
In this

Perchance all of life
Tis lost in momentry bliss
All is lost and all is gained

For that which remains
Is true is pure
But only to be sure
Only to be

To be as one
Caught in the rays of sun
Full and bright
To only and always
Walk in its light
Till ere the waking day

-Joshua Lee Foist