The labyrinth of a sleepless mind....



Sleep lurks in a peripheral vision,
Twilight intoxicates, a strange pageant of longing,
My hands still burn with light,
A diaphragm of breath bathing reflections etched upon glass,
Held hostage amid the still of the night...






Shadows slip amongst shadows, cast in unearthly mist,
A single silver tear slips,  and
F
A
L
L
S
Across blank lines ...





The wind has whispered memories in my ear,
The fragrance of longing left upon my pillow;
Behind my eyelids
I wait
To be taken to that place
Where Love is painted wordlessly,
In soft shades of jade and sienna..






It rests against my back
Breathless,
Touching deeper than skin
Without touching at all...........