As darkness spills its muddy shroud
A time-thief comes with its head bowed
To hide in shadows until such hour
Where hands move minutes around the clock
Like lacing stars to connect the dots
And faceless forces within me glower

If when I drift my mind leaves soul
Longing to travel sleep’s open roads
To linger awhile outside of pain
Where dreams lend flight to each small thing
Like a faerie-being with weightless wings
And tossed to the wind falls awake again

So deep within my hurting soars
Its knives slicing into night-time’s shores
To imprison me in its moonlit room
Where these hooded eyes hold icy fire
Like a gift-wrapped package of razor wire
And the serpent hums its dangerous tune

As sleep evades this body’s brain
A time-machine of sorts invades
To transport mind into an altered zone
Where random sounds come tuning in
Like crowd’s conversation’s hollow din
And pointless chatter on the radio

As darkness coughs its silent roar
I dread the night and its hidden power
To stab at wounds already bleeding
Where terror cuts through sleep’s request
Like rolling the dice without a chance
And daytime’s break can’t stop its needing

The time-thief came with its head bowed…

© 2014 deb davies thorkelson (bluerock/debrazone)
written and posted on may 24, 2014  |  revised and re-posted on july 1st, 2014    |    image: iPhone photo self-eye

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