Signs

I asked for signs, the signs were sent
— Leonard Cohen

Colors
stretched,
being
elastic…
the golden hour
has more forms than this

Be
now
awakened…
don’t forget
what you asked to learn

Awakening comes in forms
you could not foresee: you are frightened
I did not ask for this:
and yet you did.

The world, unfolding
under your open eyes, is not the world
you expected to see; it does not match that
of your dream.

Yet your request was not
to keep dreaming.

Do not lose your boldness now, traveler — 
here is the crux, here
the moment you’ve long awaited.

Yes, you can go back to sleep if you want, my beloved,
yes
the world will keep turning. Nothing
waits for you, nothing
but your own soul.