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 restless night 

​...and when I close my eyes tonight again,  wait for whispers of sleep,  I know I might not hear a sound,  And my eyes will lay awake and weep.  . It's just another restless night,  Another time I won't sleep sound, But maybe if I dream of you,  It might feel like you're still around. …

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…

Can i…?

Can i fall forever In the gushing falls of a poem.. That mends my heart just right And loves the distrupted rhythm my heart suffers to play Can i fall forever.... Can i sleep forever.. In the dormant muse of Deep waters.. Where pain would be lulled enough For my dried wounds to heal Where…

4 Line Lyric #35

Night didn't stay ........................................ The Night didn't stay long, for me to dream,  the wind was brief, hurried with time.  Left a clutter of words in my sleep, and I woke with poems not written to rhyme. .................................... ..............

Sleep, with dreams

sleep with dreams well settled to the tired textures of your eyes... let them glimmer as the light forbidden yet craved for by our hungry hearts let them shimmer for the hollowed hopes to be filled with belief and joy.. because another day awaits your breath... another day waits for your smile to light upon…

Sleepless… again.

Words are playing with my sleep again... only that this time they're poetic. They're whispering and squirming and tangling and fiddling into small verses here and there. They tell me, they don't wish to be forgotten. So I'll put them down here. ................................. Time ticking, troubles trail, along the sleepy scent.  Mimicking me, mocking the…