Faithless

Sultry dreams of night
That scale the threshold of my bed.
The faithless murmurings
Of thoughts derived but never said.
Entangled between the sheets,
The draft cold air embraces me,
Blistering my skin, knocking on my bones,
Like death had come to claim me.
If I had dreamed of lovers,
Lost, or denied, or secretly waiting,
I’d look for distant comfort
In a cave of knowledge slowly fading.

Love, lust, lies hold the same gravitational prodigy.
A cunning web of recklessness, passion and profanity.
Every night a battle to fight
The demons of Never-Never land.
The trumpet sounds, the bell chimes,
A declaration of freedom to explore Wonderland.
Soaring high, dipping low,
Reaching places never been before.
Wonder how, wonder why,
Wonder if…the case scenario.

The moon remains steadfast,
Guarding my dreams evoked by insomnia.
The nomad in my mind crosses
The void towards hysteria.
Dreams are poignant, fictitious
Makings of the Underworld.
Begrudging peace, inviting scandal,
Raping enduring souls.

7 degrees, I awaken to an icy chill.
My covers feel like glaciers,
Scathing the surface of my skin
As I lay still.
I wait as my heart beat decelerates,
My breathing returns to moderate,
Until once again I start drifting to sleep,
Sinking deep into the ocean of night.
The molecules of air surrounds me,
Picking my dreams, colliding in their plight.

In my dreams I become faithless, breathless, shameless
With the stars…my quiet audience.
Sleep forms a sanctuary for the mind,
Untouched by reality’s laborious conscience.