Nightfall

 

Woken from a deep slumber,

as if my name was spoken

aloud.

Only the spotlight of a honeyed full moon

sings across my shadowed walls.

Heart racing,

as through free falling,

plummeting off of a craggy cliff-face

and remembering 

just now, that the safety net

was only a dream. 

Painting by Tivadar Csontváry Kosztka, 'Full Moon over Taormina' c. 1901 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.

A Good Nights Sleep

Sweet Slumber

Well hellooo there!

(a sheepish greeting)

How I've missed you,

longed for you,

deeply.

Not a late hour passes

I don’t desire

to succumb to your hypnotic powers

but your absence leaves me weary and drained

at the pits of night

I religiously wait

ritually for you

in blankets warm embrace.

With eyes tight shut

I can almost see you now

ghostly taunting in and out

a world of matter

There you are!

Please stay!

Please come more often!

This fleeting hibernation

of breath seeking rhythm

wincing against defiant lids-

reminding me- There's work to do!

Please don't go!

Feature image By Book author is Mary Ries Melendy, MD [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons