Sleep flirts like an amorous woman, Defined by her ****** concern My subconscious flutters by, Momentarily catching my eye. And transported to an unknown cushion.
There I see sights I disagree. Some familiar, others unexpected to a large degree. One I do not know. It came from somewhere deep and low. Now arisen, I watch and see.
A concept my intelligence abhors. Yet, my emotion concurs. Contradiction that I should fight. My emotion fights back, with vigilant might. There I lie. The body stirs.
“King, King,” shout the mind. “I am Queen,” shout emotion, “and shall not bind.” The Queen outmoves the King. A great, for me, sting. In my eyes, this Queen is not kind.
You have flummoxed my essence And have brought a strange presence. This is madness, Surrounded by sadness. Truth is thus: I mourned your absence.