I close my eyes and leap
into pools of liquid sleep.
There in the twilight realm
I release the helm.
Joining my troubled soul, I weep.
I journey down
far beyond the reach of the midnight-star's
winking, baleful eye. Softly I sigh.
For awhile I sit with loneliness.
I listen to his mournful memories
share a few tender tears and reminisce.
A tide of grief sweeps over us.
I am born along into fathomless depths
where deep darkness lies.
I slumber for a time with sorrow
an old friend of mine.
But my interlude with sorrow is fleeting
and further do I fall.
I am of course seeking peace of mind.
I know it is only in true blackness
that I may find...
huddled by itself
pining for love
In tearful turmoil comes a vision
of twinkling eyes and playful smile.
Standing upon the precipice of desolation
I turn and flee.
I run into eternity and there
in desperation I knock on death's door.
"Patience, says he to me.
It is not yet to be. However soon for the time
for love draws near then you will have no need
to find solace here.
Once more I awake and stare
with shadowed brow,
somewhat comforted knowing
the time draws near.