'Beginning' Poem by Marcus Nunnally

When you wake from a dream, which has seemed your reality,
your eyes blinded by a gleam, from a long and distant galaxy.
You recall it as close, much as a friend,
so lost in this cloud, without beginning or end.

Though time ticked by, yet seemed a mere night,
how did we manage to stray from the light?
Said the grass may be greener on that side of the fence,
& knowing no better, I followed them hence.

...I have to admit that the sheep were all grinnin'...
...and lo and behold, we started the dance...

In what seemed like a moment, a blink of an eye,
soon turned to forever, and we lost one; why?
Now, if it was better why would it end?
Not that I was alone, but that he was my friend.
I thought to open his eyes and share in my wealth,
never to notice it was taking his health.

Caught a glimpse of a manger, a long gone stranger,
a sense of reality, but not that of danger.
This pasture appears just like any other,
dry & brittle, desperately needing water.

Having gone from paradise; heaven in a day,
to turn and watch burn, as another fell astray.
Thus, the time had come to pack and return,
and accept I'd come back to where I'd begun.