Languished dream serenade him to sleep at night
As he lays upon the voluptuous pillows
Melancholy drips it’s syrup inside his throat
Banished hopes fall out from his ears
As he drifts off into the nether regions of sleep

Snuggling next to no one he hears the call
But too sluggish to roll over and answer
Again the call goes unanswered
And the dream continues

Warm fireside chats with the walls
Offers the drams to be heard
Spoken softly as if they might shatter
They float as embers upon the fire
Soot stains blacken the walls
And the cobwebs glisten with warmth

Rocking slowly in the chair
He takes another sip of coffee
Swirling steam escapes from the cup
An offering of warmth that he does not get
While the cats lay motionless upon the sofa
And the windo0ws fog over the scenes of life outside

Languished dreams repeat
Night after night
In a cobwebbed loft downtown
And solitary cars beat out the heartbeat of the city
Which he left behind

In the corner is the guitar
She bought him
He use to serenade her for hours
Till she left
And so did his desires

Coffee, a rocker, a warm fire
That is all left within his existence
As the city beats a new rhythm outside
Drum sounds wafer as an offered lullaby

12/17/2004

Posted on 01/16/2005
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