| |
I
wishes...,
I hope. ,
I'm angry...,
I'm afraid...
I'm sad..., I'm happy...
|
|
Diffused light
shadows life.
Confused dreams
succumb to lies.
Dust filters light;
ashes filter life.
Dawn comes
in the night.
You turn out the light,
knowing the hand under the bed
is still there,
waiting to pull you under.
You think you're wise to play dead,
avoid stepping out of line,
close your eyes to the lies
and the dread
of seeing anyone
seeing you
seeing you.
Last night I dreamt
I was watching you sleep.
I thought my watching would wake you.
I thought that sleeping would make you feel
my presence,
my eyes on you,
your skin, open like a wound;
feeling everything without knowing
you were feeling
anything at all.
You don't move or blink, toss or turn.
I wave and smile,
wondering why
I send good wishes
and silent kisses.
I wait for you to see me,
for you to say --
"You look familiar.
I guess everyone asleep looks the same
as everyone else."
"I'm not asleep. You are.
I've been watching you sleep
for days and years."
"I know."
I take every step
As though my last,
Face the sea of my sad past,
Face the mountain, the highs and lows,
Face the stream, the ebbs and flows,
Hear the silence call my name.
Throw the dice in a life/death game. |
|
|
|
|
