Lifelong

[Billy]

Lifelong

They don't seem like much now,
the busted and the ones limping alone
filtered through sieves

of pure thought salvaged
from hundreds of years lying dormant
only to rise up in our sleep,

in the vacuum of dreams without judgment,
until morning and the roar of the sun
hungry for more living,

for the delusion that night never existed,
and the butterflies ramble on
in what little they know of time and tears.

[BobBradshaw]

I’m not sure if I follow your intent, but I really like these lines:

until morning and the roar of the sun
hungry for more living

[Michael (MV)]

Yes, I like those lines & imagery too; and furthermore see them soloing as a haiku:

the sun rises
roaring - hungry
for more living

Michael (MV)