Tonight I labor by sleeping light
Tonight I labor by sleeping light
Crushing among the moon tears
That glide my way
Across the frigid wilderness of habit
And the dull, insipid waste of breath
To breathe cooler steal-woven air
To awake in the crutches of dreams
Never asked for; always invited
To tip-toe through fallen branches
That so nimbly break my eyelids
She that cannot have and does
Speaks a witchcraft on her thoughts
While I tread upon clouds of fancy
Hidden between adolescent sheets
Roused the nature bubbling beneath
No surface now; All subtext
To sleep amidst the ghosts of time
And drift among those lullabies
We had so long ago
Is a grave; a slumber one, at that
I cry incessantly for a midnight
That will peak my wildest imaginations
Banked in madness
So this touch I feel can mean something
Anything;
But I turn towards the breezes
That vindicate my longing
For a friend among leaves
Always silent; Always the stiller
This love that I bear my children
My dreams set upon crinkled pages
Is all I have to give
A poem among
The warbling of reeds
Is my song that I sing
And forever do I chant
That rapping at doors and windows
That is my mind
Because it bleeds eternal
Among the screaming of cars
And the blaring of lost souls
So is it wonder?
That where I find peace is
At the edge of a sonnet
