go to sleep

Rays of light

constant constant

 do they guide me right?

 

peeling open the layers of an onion soul

small flimsy pieces thrust aside

 

thoughts that are nothing

sprouting like weeds

invasive evils taking up precious space

 

and I hear the weeping wind, in the lustful cries of the night

moonshine but it still feels more than is light

 

shadow shadow

you are my heart

you’ve held my thumping fright

 

I’m begging you now

hold me close

hold me tight

hold me still until we can

feel on our skin

the faint warmth of sunrise