Instead of breathing in the colours of sleep,
I stay awake instead-
Rather than to my bed do I keep
My mind is being led.
Fear for the gray morning light,
When day breaks and dawn is nigh
In my line of sight it's gray;
Wind whisper is a sigh away.
Stars crumple on their cardboard cutouts,
The sad faced moon cajoles a song-
My heart is hard so I cannot hear it;
But the velvet darkness is not wrong.
The words keep sliding from my dream
Into a finger dance of ink and stain
Their brilliance a dull feeling of warmth
Beneath my thighs-
The blanket has fallen astray.
That feeling though, the sensation,
Of having that not quite memory
Is leading to the writing you see,
That keeps my mind away
From thoughts of sleep and tender dreams
Tantalizing spirals of fantasy
Threaded through with truths
Where darkness is my friend.
 Chaos_of_Destruction · Mon Feb 25, 2008 @ 06:23am · 0 Comments |
