eclipse into me

you
are why I sleep
you are why I sleep
rolled upon the blue
oh you are why I sleep

floral boots upon the floor
sun seeks corners more
choice bred of wired wait
time stands still and takes me away. .

pursuit
journeyed water falls
tempest of storms thundered call
secrets lie in waters white
as we run across the stars at night

time furrows story-lines wide
dreams take us close beside
warmth comes to those who seek
you are why I sleep
oh . . .
you are why I sleep

the bittersweet notion

bare feet to gray concrete

motionless upon the sidewalk 

I stand 

waiting 

on 

this

November morning 

outlines defined 

by the slight tremble of 

yellow leaves remaining upon somnolent trees 

waiting ....

in this startingly-crisp-spot-of-sun-upon-gray 

I can no longer remember for what ....

but I can imagine 

the who 

come find me 

morning

seems I awoke on the left side of lonely

lines pressed to dreams folded tight

to respite's black night 

discarded wool socks hold shed traces of hope 

there against scuffed floorboards
painted in shades of spring-green 

once put on ...
expectancy warms a good 20 degrees 

rising this morning 

....  to the left of lonely

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most days I ignore it
shrug it off 

remain wrapped in detached presence
able to push it back into the darkened corners :
that veiled punch to the southern cross
that leaves me smiling in some slightly wistful electric want
of all things hungry & driven
most days . . .
today
and I am fully aware that you are indeed no ghost pressed against my back
flicking open that spark
fully aware
and yet . . .
you are this golden reflection today
grabbing my attention & hurtling me into "going there"
causing my too feel beyond the borders of my skin
grasping that haunting shadow & submitting to
the golden weight of you