The Bond

I spent the night in dreamless sleep

Awoke recalling nothing

Of hours spent in mindless rest

And then I thought of something

Does self exist in waking?

Is it constrained in mind?

Where does it go in times as this?

How does one’s self define?

Something endures, Something remains

Something of self spans time

When memory banks of mind are closed

And brain itself unwinds

How can awareness download

And deposit in the vault

Of mortals great encephalon

When thought grinds to a halt?

And yet the self stands vigil

And waits until the dawn

The spirit willing--flesh so weak

To forge soul in the bond