I kiss my torment and troubles goodbye
if only for a moment,
i lift my gaze up high and wonder why?
the mystery it seems has become the mistress of my dreams
I lie awake and call her to my night
I sit at ease with her foreboding
I place my palm across her face
and touch the hand of absent grace
she touts me and flouts me
I wrestle with her uneasy smile
a fool’s paradise
if only her dust didn’t sparkle
she manufactures her own light
while smothering my own
sleepless with bated breath
she breathes for me
Cocooned in her rotten nest.