an hour
and an hour,
past,
the twelve struck gong.
my eyes lie open,
my heart awakened
by the notes,
of a sad, sad song
of longing,
now,
lounging ,
in my psyche
and i see the wisps
of half-remembered
dreams fading in
the moon bright air.....
oblivious,
to my waking.
my lover slumbers on,
as i try,
to capture the words
of the sad, sad song....