this house is cool and dark,
occupants in the meleé of sleep:
outwards, peaceful;
inwards, facing demons and dark fantasies.
Morning light ushers through glass and open panels, gently probes,
but to no avail....they lay rest in quiet.
I greet her at the window with a tired smile.
we know each other well.
awake, I am.
dreaming, I am not.
but who's to say it isn't an illusion
since no one else can tell me so?
stuck at crossroads. urge to feel and taste outside air.
Morning and I will leave the quiet residents to sleep in,
and I will run my restless bones
until I know the world once more.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 8:16 AM UTC
this house is cool and dark,
occupants in the meleé of sleep:
outwards, peaceful;
inwards, facing demons and dark fantasies.
Morning light ushers through glass and open panels, gently probes,
but to no avail....they lay rest in quiet.
I greet her at the window with a tired smile.
we know each other well.
awake, I am.
dreaming, I am not.
but who's to say it isn't an illusion
since no one else can tell me so?
stuck at crossroads. urge to feel and taste outside air.
Morning and I will leave the quiet residents to sleep in,
and I will run my restless bones
until I know the world once more.
No sleep.
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