Leave me alone!
Yep, that's what I said
as you dragged me out of my bed.
The night is filled with dreams
and I have no desire to escape their scenes.
Pull the covers off
tickle my feet as I scoff
I'm tired and want to sleep
and I'm still groggy finishing the images I keep.
I was a hero, some marvelous ceation
able to free the prisoners of hell and damnation.
Let me sleep, just a little bit longer
while the visions are fresh in my slumber.
Let me be I say
leave me alone for today
I'm sleeping in unable and unwilling to awake
to a madness of little give and a multitude of take.
Leave me alone
yep, that's what I said
and your reply cantankerous as it was rang in my head
that I could sleep long after I'm dead.
So, up I rose with a shaken start
thanks for reality, dear heart.
Alone, we sit.
The silence of words
best left unspoken
drowns out
the din
of busy, bustling
people.
Coming, going,
chatting, and laughing.
Living just outside
of our small
plane of reality.
They cannot perceive
the fervent thoughts
we share.
Only our eyes speak,
and voluminously.
Darting
and flashing,
fleeing
and chasing.
Caged fireflies
frantically searching
for a way out
of their jars.
Their eyes do not see
the light behind
the glass of ours.
Only we know
what to look for.
We see the light
in one another.
Only we know,
the meaning in our,
outwardly, blind stares.
In the moment,
in our minds, we are
perched at the helms
of raucous trains of thought,
careening, on ramshackle tracks,
towards one another.
Unable and unwilling
to change direction or pace.
The world whizzes by
in streaks of grey.
A small white light ahead,
all that catches the eye.
And so, we stare straight on.
Excited and terrified.
Anticipation shakes in my fingers,
but they do not leave the throttle,
rushed breaths shake my body,
my heart shakes with it.
A whistle sounds.
And so, we sit
seemingly unmoving,
tangibly quite,
tranquilly
awaiting the crash.