Day into night – I pray for a liberator
Dreaded ache… sore orbs closed tight
Hours pass, exhaustion and a daytime death;
A dream – An enabler –
Where I skip over the sun
And meet fairies on clouds
Ride wild horses on misty
Mountains – Bare back
Kiss cupid and hoot
Walk in blood red and yellow gowns
Of silk and lace –
Over the ruinous
Pain in my face.
Smile confidently once more,
At striking faces
On luminous lanes
As they pass by – unknowing.
Denial – within my dreams;
Sacred sanctuary, which shrinks
Whilst a rude
In heavy lids, and a brand new day
Of purest sorrow
Sore orbs unwrap to salute, Pain.
And weep for yesterday and tomorrow.
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