from the journal of an Insomniac gone mad
book67 page8

can you hold the night_eye watcher,
 distracted
and wrecked by the rolled about,
 calloused over heart
do daymares count when counting wishes
on  candles never lit
if upside and inside are colored in the plaid
falling free form from your tongue, and i
stand with a bucket of holes beneath
all the yellow you are
will you breathe into you the outside of
my right_way today and see the beautiful
shadow i keep locked away
behind an auburn drape of security
where insecure thoughts color the pencils
i paint my day with
and if i allowed the lines of my poems
to press against your space would
you run or spin with me
how do i share the madness of this love
when all i am and all i have are the
moments when i become the lotus
yet to bloom

©SDT'04

"yet each man kills the thing he loves
by each let this be heard,
some do it with a bitter look,
some with a flattering word"
oscar wilde

"cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind"
~Sarah McLachlan~

This is a great write.  Enjoyed the read to the max!

JL

She said: ”You look cute in the dark.”