Dream Knot

There, there, with all your soft curves, and silent nerves all laid to rest, in your little nest, a jest for your guest, with blankets and pillows, all over your books full of willows and leaves that grieve for the hours you’ve spent bent over them, remembering lives that were never yours that put you on all fours, with whispered voices that spoke of forgotten choices to ears that heard them no more than the pages on the floor, behind your door, where all your secrets were kept safe and sound never to be found by my quiet eyes, when I searched out your lies that could not have been more true, but for my rue as I watched you breathe the even breaths of slumber, in the umber of artificial lights, that held at bay all the nights that should have been there to keep you fair and free, forever young to be, but I won’t mind pretending to be blind, because…

When you sleep, you’re mine to keep.

~Noct…………………