Sleep, dear human

young flesh, older dust of stars dark, open wounds and glimmering scars. a plexus of eccentricities normalized with words, breaths escaping, counting backwards- You, dear human; the shallow of your cheek, the depth of your deep, collapse tonight in a listless sleep. catch your breath, as you fall in your head, when you're alive in the…

Another midnight musing…

​Here is another midnight indulgence of my insctrutible thoughts that infest my sleep-laden eyes tonight..  When all these yeux dream sweet And peace is settled upon their temples  I watch as pity is scrunched on my brow Where an unwept longing tramples.  To be wept or to be a muse This night is indecisive  Of…

still hours to the light

gravity of thought, pulling divinity. trailing emotion, sinking serenity. fluff of exhaustion, feathery fuss,  snuff of seduction, enthralling buss.  like breathing is the awe  in sleep, a softly slipping whisper to keep. oblivion transcending, grieving, yet mending,  soothing waves, capriciously calmed. pain, still pending, over doom impending,  suffering lulled, and death embalmed. so sleep sweet, oh, lover of…