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As one from slumber wakes and is dismayed
To find a lover gone, no
Not gone, for that was but a dream,
Does he look back across the years and sigh
For what was lost, for what had never been?

Or does he wake relieved, the nightmares gone
Yet trembles still,
And fears to dream again,
Unsettled by what has gone on before,
Yet also fears to face what lies ahead?

As one from slumber wakes and soon forgets
The dreams now spent,
Now fleeing in the day,
Does he arise, and shrug off sleep like dust
And look ahead, rested, renewed, refreshed?

Or does he wake confused, unsure of time,
A jetlagged traveler
In a foreign land?
Is he perplexed by where he is and why
And yearns to understand what brought him here?

Does he look back with fondness, or regret?
Or does he merely go on, and forget?

Across the Ellipse Portraits Babel