Night Blues

Here I am in the dead of night It is such a dead I smell the jasmines From its corpse taking flight And I am awake and strung with feelings Pounding in my brain to write While I stare blankly at the page Some buried thing yearning for light Some thing an anthema to rage I am awake, it has awaken me Beast, love, or suffering history? I scan memory with a laser point Where flowers bloom but never seed Nothing but weeds clogging the joint I need a flood for things to proceed. A man was born a seed to eternity And promises must worth more than this Out of potential comes possibility And without presence what can exist This night is the margin of another day Perhaps I'll cross it if I pray. Here I am in the dead of night Searching for memories reaching for flight.