it's been a while...
05.30.05 (11:07 pm) [edit]
[i]Beaded curtains are billowing inward,
Daring the wind to keep dancing with them
In time to the whizzing of cars passing by
And the rumbling and rattling of the train tracks.
The blaring whistle pierces the night,
Soulful and mournful, breaking the monotony
Of the crickets’ string ensemble and their joyful nocturne.
Brief moments of silence allow the beckons of beds
To finally be heard and perhaps acknowledged,
Though soon upstaged by the many voices of inner thought.
Hopes, fears, regrets, and joys create their labyrinth
Of confusion of body, mind, and soul
And juxtaposition of past, present, and future.
A thick fog of frustration grows
As insomnia impugns the night for its birth
And impatiently awaits the breaking of dawn.[/i]
Daring the wind to keep dancing with them
In time to the whizzing of cars passing by
And the rumbling and rattling of the train tracks.
The blaring whistle pierces the night,
Soulful and mournful, breaking the monotony
Of the crickets’ string ensemble and their joyful nocturne.
Brief moments of silence allow the beckons of beds
To finally be heard and perhaps acknowledged,
Though soon upstaged by the many voices of inner thought.
Hopes, fears, regrets, and joys create their labyrinth
Of confusion of body, mind, and soul
And juxtaposition of past, present, and future.
A thick fog of frustration grows
As insomnia impugns the night for its birth
And impatiently awaits the breaking of dawn.[/i]