- The Cup
copyright ©1995 by Stephen Craig
The sun was shining softly on the coloured
windows
where I used to piece the broken glass together
when the rain had gone and the sun was shining
softly.
But all the while I sat
and listened to the music of the raindrops
drift into the silence of my memory
and watched the shattered rainbows fall
beside the stillness of the falling rain.
And as the world dissolved in darkness
before my closing eyes
I would hear the muttered voices call,
and wrapped the woolen dreams
around me as a cloak
to clothe me from the terrors of my night.
But all the while
the sun was shining softly on the coloured windows
while there I sat
and would not see the golden cup
that lay forever just within my grasp
as I wove my endless dream to dream.
But then at last, long last,
I heard the voice that called from far beyond my
dream.
And struggling to speak through parched dry lips
I managed just to form the words: "forgive me"
So then, he took the cup
that lay forever just beyond my fingertips
and slowly, gently,
brought it upward to his lips.
And then, only in his drinking
could my thirst be satisfied.
He took my head within his hands and said
"the time for dream is done"
and so at last, the dreams dispelled,
and looking deep into his eyes,
I was awake.