The air so thick with blackness
A knife could slice it through

The mind shrouded in darkness
Any light would snuffed be too

The soul enchained in sadness
Crushing fetters of grief so blue

The spirit doused in coldness
Icy grip of memories, tis cruel

Dark night of my soul's distress
Sunrise, nay none in view.

My world of obscure somberness
No glimmer, no ray, no dew.

My unending  night, comfortless
my constant companion you

Never you left me friendless
My dark night, ever so true.

Autumn leaves
would do
for remembrance,
Perhaps,
more than words,
or a  plaintive air
Of a yellow guitar;
a rain,
a wine-dark wind  
spraying last summer's
fragrance.
Ah! Your absence!

Your white,
present, absence 
unshields
my metaphor!

© LazharBouazzi, December 7, 2016

I feel it on the tip of my tongue
I feel almost giddy
It's like a secret that I just remembered
I want to get the wording just right
but it's too fuzzy to get the full details
So I try to focus on what I can
I try and write what I see
What I feel
What I hear or taste
I close my eyes
Lean my head back
Then the paddles hit me and bring me out of my dream state
The thoughts vanish in thin air
and I just know I was on the verge of something magic
It could have been a good one
Maybe in those few moments before waking from a dream
I can figure out what I want to say....