Sleep assaults me
at every turn,
and I fight to stay awake.
Sleeep comes in torrents
of soft, warm water,
with the gentle gurgling
of infants
surrounding me with
tranquil eddies
of tenderness.
Sleeeep comes in droplets,
pelting me like a
wind-driven
sideways rain.
Sleeeeep sluices
down from the stars
into my room,
a cozy closeness
of presence
that sings in the voices
of those
who’ve gone before me.
Sleep like rivers,
like bones,
like dreams
of sleep…
I lose the sweet fight.
Goodnight.
Those ideas that drift
down
into your mind
in the small hours,
The images come
like refracted light
in raindrops on cobwebs
after the storm is passed.
These mental photos
etched in words,
but no less
an essence
of captured time.
Caught like raindrops in cobwebs,
a symbiosis
of water and silk
that slip away from your mind
in the
light of dawn.
She hides when I look for her,
sometimes playfully,
or from her sweet shyness,
and sometimes, out of fear.
Looking right at me,
she’ll smile
all tease and seduction,
and ignore my beckoning.
Sometimes she cries,
and steps out of my embrace,
and nothing I can say or do
will console her.
There have been times, too,
when blood was spilled when
we’ve made war, then love,
and sit together writing in the
quiet places of our hearts.
Sometimes apart,
but always
united.
Beyond Panic 