I pack the bags beneath my eyelids, off to sleep.

© Matthew Harlovic

Left out and drenched blue
The sky could not change it's hue
Solace found in night.

Persistent contrast
Each had made the sky alive
It winked thankfully.

Accepted this fate
What purpose lay in repine
Smiled, oh the sunshine *azure!

Her sudden wink--
he quickly picks
tries to ink her like;
it somehow links him
to a past moment
retrieved from
a hidden dark place.
a journey through
verdant country paths,
in the beginning
then, a string of events,
that stirred his heart
till it hurt too bad,
leading to a dead end.
In his somber smile
her wink gets stuck
freezes in an instance,
slowly dissolves.

Dear god, man
do you have any idea
what one of your winks does to me?

My heart flutters,
a butterfly freed from its cage
and I'm left breathless,
chasing after it
as it soars away.

I can catch it sometimes,
calm my breath and the beating-
but you always, always
free it all over again
as soon as you wink once more.