The night is alive ..

The night is alive
with the dreams
I've kept besides
with the thoughts
you've brushed aside

The wailing moon
and the battered wind
unaided by the
songs of dusk

The silken hues
The garlanded smoke
And the clouds
smudged to fray

A dismal gray
the world up above
and the one beneath
a crimson red

A few sold promises
and the
parting songs ..
some broken lyrics
upturned
enervating all stares ..
grazing along

The lost sleep
the dry eyes
And
the cool night breeze ..

The cushion
and
the prayer
The sun of tomorrow
still far to bare ..

The night is alive
with the hopes and visions
that may perpetuate
in the day

With the misty hymns
Of rusty dew
that fall
only to rise within ..

The vanity blanketed
the curtains
guarding the door
The wind slipping
into the head
and
Reality all to abhor ..

I left the glory of the illumined mind
In search of the
calm rupture of the soul
I gazed for you in the blue light
And far alongside the bolted shore ..

The night is alive
As I Pause sometimes
along the way
to notice the between
In now and then

I stand in the
shades of the moonlight
bereft
As memory calls again ..

Traveling
through the vastness
dim and blind
Receiving each mild spirit
till I dispel my con

I paid no
heed to its might
And all sights came
swirling to life ..

The crease on the face
and the timely brow
The pitiful tender cries
cannot still . . let go

Come .. long have I sought
Long have I wailed,
And a weary day would then rest
conquered on its foe's behest

Will dream of death when I sleep
but life shall bring me out alive
Should I sleep while you flee..
To not then board the fight

The angels heed
Who can relieve me
Of this state,
I have treasured it far too long ..

The night is brighter now
Could I wait while
its emptying
Should I move along ?

No footprints of my track will ever be ..
Silently it will all merge to dawn