The night is drowsy and frowning,
I hear my thoughts aloud
In forms looming over dimly
Lit rooms hurling worlds at me.
It is incredibly close, the thoughts gallop
Confused I plunge into a sea of faceless
Names groaning, discerning the sorrowful
Language of half dead stagnant beings.
I see a flash of verses that I grab from my mind
They speak as a mirror speaks in reverse
Phrases I spill ink repeating my minds
Tongues to prove a sanity in the dark.
I am lone into the night,
I am breathing still as I write with
No gravity in my hands,
The words lulling the constellation
To sleep, one by one a poem is furiously
Born.
But with night comes a deeper essential,
I am not certain where the images
Come from, but sometimes there are
No words for their form,
It is a haunting tide of thought.
Today is born of yesterday,
I write into the morrow,
Suddenly time is conscious
And it ticks away watching me,
And now is passing away into the moment,
The moment is sunk into eternity's nest,
It is not wasted on a compass of death,
I passionately write it into life,
Time is frozen at my inkling,
I will die of life and death will
Be a birth.
Vertigo,
Caught in a lucid rapture
I cannot name the faceless momentum,
But it brings more life in the dark,
No body or soul, just life
Into the words, I am trapped deeply
In the starlit terrace of my fore thoughts:
I fall away into the poem,
My eyes have nothing to see,
I am a 360 degree spherical eye,
I see the cosmic splinters of time,
My childhood comes to mind,
The whole of the beginning in the
Past, a whirlpool of water that flows
Furiously with eyes closed,
And suddenly I am middle aged,
Today brand new again,
The past in my present,
Becoming omnipresent like
A ghost petrified into thoughts,
Wind blows through her hair,
I am in love once again,
My first love relived without time,
Timeless like a frozen ice queen,
I have come back to where I was.
I am in immensity of youth,
The shores extend like an endless beach,
The water is crystalline,
Her body is transparent,
Two rivers become one,
We walk into forever over the water
In a bridge of time that relapses
Over itself, time looping into
My very memory,
The jade moon follows her silhouette,
I am a star crossed fool,
The sun shines at night when
We held hands.
I blink, and once and again,
I am trapped in the eternal night.
There is no way back,
The dead are still alive,
The living are suffocating on life,
On my wall a sea of faces enrapturing
My words,
All the time I have lived in a bottle,
I drink drunk on memory,
The ladder leads to Jacob,
A thousand lives have lived in this night,
My world remote,
I shrink into the dawn,
My eyes close,
My final thought:
Where or when have I ever been??
A night for a poet.