every night as i fall
from wakefulness to asleep
closing heavy, weighted eyes
a light begins to twinkle
playing off my eyelashes
in glimpses of glittering stars
as the confines of my mind break open
and i reach
through the dust and the dark
and the ambient sounds
for the bright, sunlit world waiting for me
for the horrors and the joys
and the heart break
for a temporary future unknown to me
before this alternate universe
shatters upon the dawn
and the gate between worlds that swims
in the dark waters of my pupils
Is closed and locked once more
YOU ARE READING
collections of constellations and the stars || poetry collection
Poetrypoems often written at midnight, each telling its own story. an anthology of sorts. grammatically incorrect use of lowercase is an aesthetic choice and intentional. |incomplete|
