Sunday, September 7, 2008

rain stained heart

I can't find a starting point
to break into
the rain stained heart
can't quite grip, or hold on,
I'm not quite awake enough for this dream
the thoughts and twinkling of the stars
promises of sin and spring,
the moon that smiles and wont let me sleep
tossing and turning in this big black lonely soul,
which swallows you whole
they call it the night...
reserved for romantic couples and alike
moon is again out along with the wind
resting my head on it’s shoulder
whispering out pains
my feet turn lame
I breathe in a ghost.

under my thoughts-
a giant thinking about his responsibilities
under my eyes-
dark reminders of forgotten sleep