the light is out
I can still see its reflection
beating and pulsating
on the backs of my lashes
the moon is full
I can hear the whisper of white angels
descending the night
hovering over and parting
the fullness with their touch
the crickets have come
come to accompany me in my dance
of sheltered sleep
a stolen glance
asleep asleep
in the romance of my day
my body is warm
warm to the touch
the chill has heated itself away
and soon I will sleep
but I dare not to open
opening my eyes
would awaken my feet
my hands
my life in the dream is shaken
my body in this world broken
my youth taken
while my misery is reflecting
among the falling of autumn leaves
under the black moonless sky
that never turns blue.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment