Mr. Sandman

Among night’s stars,
Are the sands of time.


Turned bright,
Dazzling lights,
Those radiant eyes.


Peering through,
True darkness’ gaze.
Hovering over,
Mountains’ shoulder.


Stalking through,
Unveiling territory,
And hunting for the,
Moon’s bright lie.


Crisp in winter’s air,
Stood still.
Alive through,
Water’s alternate realm. 


Tuned to Earth’s,
Indefinite heartbeat,
A pendulum of,
Nature’s eternal rhythm.


Age envelops,
All in wonder;
Withers down life’s course edges.


Travel through,
This ripened era,
Within one glance,
Upon the hour.


Take a pinch of,
Grainy white sand,
Transformed to black,
By raging periods.


Hold it firm,
(Dear to heart)
For within them are,
Existence’ meaning.

Release Me.

Heart pounds. 
Chest tightens. 
The room, 
It spins in rapid movement. 


Voices dwindle,
Motion slows down,
And I’m trapped within, 
My cellared self. 


Response time, 
Takes a doubled toll. 
Thoughts triple, 
In time’s webbed weave. 


Lost within this panicked trance, 
I fear the moment someone notices. 
That moment’s seldom, 
Although destined. 


Till that moment, 
My mind lies, 
In tight chains, 
Against a cold stone floor. 


Waiting to be released...

Drowning

Emotions break through the floodgates of my mind, 
Raging winds spindle past with endless fury, 
Waves crash down and trample through learned paths. 


Cursing, crying, pleading, 
Begging, pity, 
Rains down in short seasons. 


I Sink down in my ceaseless lies, 
Tugging at my sinful cloak. 
Further and further I fall, 
With boots of cement cutting the way. 


Below me I see my destined course,
Lined by darkness, 
Consuming all. 


Sharp objects, 
Cut through my tender flesh, 
This open wound, 
Which does not heal. 


I land upon my knees, 
Broken and dismantled. 


Here is my plea. 

Dive for Dreams

So, I'm totally in absolute love with this poem by E.E. Cummings. It's fantastic.

dive for dreams

or a slogan may topple you

(trees are their roots

and wind is wind)

trust your heart

if the seas catch fire

(and live by love

though the stars walk backward)

honour the past

but welcome the future

(and dance your death

away at the wedding)

never mind a world

with its villains or heroes

(for good likes girls

and tomorrow and the earth)

in spite of everything

which breathes and moves, since Doom

(with white longest hands

neating each crease)

will smooth entirely our minds

-before leaving my room

i turn, and (stooping

through the morning) kiss

this pillow, dear

where our heads lived and were.

Insoluble

Unanswered questions,

Thoughts left unfinished,

Words unspoken.

 They linger through,

The mind’s endless maze.

Take a left,

Then a right,

Second door.

Locked threshold.

Skeleton key,

Broken within,

The doors blind eye.

Where now,

To go,

Through unseen territory?

Sleepwalking

Attempt to lift a foot, 
Weighed down by a heavy burden. 
The ground turns, 
To enveloping resin. 


Stuck. 
Immovable. 
Permanent. 


Grasped within this stance, 
Held firm. 
Standing within your living coma. 


Breathe in. 
Make it deep. 
Exhale slowly. 


Relief will come, 
As dully noted. 
Perhaps?