it is midnight.
it is midnight and i am wide-eyed,
lying between shadows and silence.
i wonder whether you are now at rest,
sleeping while my eyes refuse to close.

if i were to compose a love letter,
this is what i'd tell you:

i am at your mercy.
i am at your mercy, stumbling over
foreign thresholds, tongue tripping
and twisted. and it is midnight and
my eyes will not close for fear of

forgetting the sight of your gaze
greeting mine. unspoken brilliance.

i am told that faith makes things
possible, not easy - and midnight
brings no answers,

only wide eyes and echoes of your
absence.

01/23/2006

Author's Note: random flow of thoughts. work in progress.

Posted on 01/23/2006
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