Here in my hour of repose

Here in my hour of repose
My mind oft doth suppose
What hath been
And what might

Yet ah the sweet delight
Is a plight of imagination
A fantastic destination
Save no explaination

A mind of dreams
Might dream most anything
What for now must remain
To pause in this refrain

To drink in awhile
That which has past
And as for tomorrow
If should borrow

My anguish
My sorrow
Where shall it lead
If oft I to it heed

I cannot afford
Tis costly a resort
Yet where shall I break
The spell of this haze

These wandersome days
Have me all in a craze
The world seems open
To anything

Yet oft creeps in the doubt
For uncertainty
Roams about and cools
My yearning

My thoughts discerning
More than appears
Hoping that wisdom
Will guide through

The days
For lonely ahead
The path may they
Tread towards

The future
From sunset
To sunrise
When open

These eyes
Memories
Have all they
To reprise

Still hope
And pray
That this time
Twill be spent

In quiet
In watchful
Wonder

For wisdom
To guide
And oft
Thee abide

For once more
Through that
Open door
Let fear be

No more
From past
Present
And future

Shall surely
Remain
So long
As to trust

This hope
Shall not rust
Twill always
Be pure

Tis all
Shall endure
When once
We embark

-Joshua Lee Foist