Limbo Lurks

Between yesterday's intentions
and tomorrow's expectations
limbo lurks...
like loons leaving my dreams in the mystery of the meantime
only to be carried away by my own dismayed dreamtime
My dreamlife is my only life, where my family resides
and I keep a wife...
a legacy of children erased by morning light
crying myself to sleep at night
in the clutches of my souls embrace
conscious of truth, yet fearful of the grace
darkness in the midst of the noon day sun
karmic crossroads pass in the haze of fun