Jul 04

A sense of night


When the night comes
my senses disappear 
the sound of the crickets 
the rush of cars 
outside my window
slowly disappear into a lullaby 
softly dimming into nothing 
I blink my eyes into a close
and there is an abrupt darknesses 
Eerie darkness
ironic almost
like a screaming silence 
like a numb feeling
toss and turn
till I fall asleep 
and I do not even know how that happened 
and I dream a wild wishful dream
and it seems so strange how your head can be swimming 
as it rests from the day before
I remember nothing
not one thing at all
no not one thing at all


And then I WAKE