at the fulcrum

a sort of vision comes half sight half dream
the things we need aren't obvious or clear
all that we want's receding from the near

the whole of light becomes a single beam
and yet the day is very far from drear
a sort of vision comes half sight half dream

the top of life is here the very cream
all that we face is less than we can bear
what matters are the things that we hold dear
a sort of vision comes half sight half dream