29 January 2010

In The Summer

Sky-born clouds paint day
As stars and moon paint night.
Rising sun at dawn breaks silence,
Falling dream is memory's flight.

Footsteps haunt corridors in sleep
Scented whisper of a name is the ghost.
Hollow laughter stalks shadows after midday,
Cluttered emptiness is left for the host.

Shaken soul awakes in the evening,
Matted hair and eyes filled with sweat.
Ripped from shallow nightmares distant,
Staggering from the echoes of regret.....

It's too hot to sleep.....