Sunday, August 12, 2012

so i'm awake in the middle of the night
and everything is bathed in a different light
where it sits in shadows that are defined
by the light that manages to trace contours
from the black and dark blue

to my eyes the shadows never dance
they never seem to leap
from place to place
never animated
but they seem to stare at me,
waiting for a moment to strike
maybe when i turn my night eyes
onto some new shadow frozen in place
by my watchful night gaze

i can't sleep at this moment
i haven't figured out why
my eyes and body felt adrift
but my mind remained planted
playing familiar songs
replaying familiar memories
breaking up the comfort of my silence
with waking life
and images of love and light