Uncategorized 7:18 pm
The flow, a drive that moves my steps
A direction, like water cascading
A drenching flood, like heavy syrup
A covering, that sticks and is stuck to.
The smell, a complete intoxication
A stupor, like purple waves of heat
A feeling, like floating and vacuums
An emptiness, like eating sweety pies.
The impact, a breathtaking hit
A desire, like a shaking hand
A psychosis, like a forest in a rainstorm
A fountain, like lovers’ first real desire.
Uncategorized 6:29 am
The evening hangs beneath the moon
A silver thread on darkened dune
With closing eyes and resting head
I know that sleep is coming soon
Upon my pillow, safe in bed
A thousand pictures fill my head
I cannot sleep, my mind’s a-flight
And yet my limbs seem made of lead
If there are noises in the night
A frightening shadow, flickering light
Then I surrender unto sleep
Where clouds of dream give second sight
What dreams may come, both dark and deep
Of flying wings and soaring leap
As I surrender unto sleep,
As I surrender unto sleep.
If you like this poem, then I encourage you to check out the choral adaptation of it by Eric Whitacre.
