Dreary days begin dreadful nights,
Of racing thoughts and shadowed lights,
And in the dark I yearn to find,
The culprit of my sleepless mind.
Days of waste through empty glasses,
Clogs my thoughts like thick molasses,
Digging deep in desperation,
Hoping to find sweet elation.
Her eyes, sublime, appear to me,
Glaring topaz, of tropic sea,
Wanton vulnerability,
Gives way to insecurity.
Eyes lock in harmonious gaze,
My will is strong, I do not phase,
Reposing calm comes over me,
Wishing for all eternity.
Her smile warms a cold, broken soul,
I’ve walked the path, I’ve paid the toll,
Shown the truth, however painful,
For this, I am ever grateful.
A sleeping mind consumed with love,
Sings the song of the mourning dove.
A rising sun rips through gray skies,
From my bed I shall soon arise.