To Sleep -- Poem

The time of sands

The sands of time

The open road was never mine,

The last resort was never here

I sleep though I’m consumed with fear.

The dreams will come

The dreams insist,

They show me now the life I missed

To stand alone with others near,

I sleep though I’m consumed with fear.

So morning comes

So morning calls

The night-time from my memory falls,

The light abounds and seems so clear

I sleep though I'm consumed with fear.

Believe In Me . . . .

Under the cover,

of a crowded room

his hand seeks hers.

His fragile touch

tells her of his

loneliness.

Her breath catches,

there are too many

words she can not express.

His thumb maps her

life line, a promise,

searing her flesh.

Laughter fills the

bubble of life

around them.

They breathe each

others space, close

to bolting for

freedom.

He clasps her hand in his,

lips moving

a whisper, ‘I miss you.’

He moves away

unhurried, a ghost mingling

with the midnight crowd.

Caught in the headlights

of a new conversation.

She swallows the pain

of her aching heart,

feeling his touch,

caressing still.

Today

it snowed.

Mundane obnoxious matter

procured a disguise of splendor,

for a picture perfect moment.

Mouth open,

savoring the clarity of chill,

like a six year old

whooping and screaming

flinging snowballs,

you would have embraced

this tenuous moment.

Through obnoxious silence

I watched the iridescent

flakes prepare formations,

beyond this window

seeing things that are not.

Worthless diamonds

adorn a mantle of white

today it snowed,

through frozen tears,

I find my way, once more.