In distant slumbers, I ponder my own death,
In feared disarray, I long for beauty in breath,
To hover above life, spitting teeth one by one,
Drunk in sleep, feathered dreams in bird song,
Flying;
Butterflies flutter among the birth of day,
Sun;
Sun breaks a yawn of human release,
Wind;
Wind Strokes the cheek of a smile in pain,
Rain;
Droplets give the hint of a showered breeze.
I cry, tired and restless, pillow turns into motionless river,
I try, yet feeling helpless, treading liquid from gold to silver,
Darkness looms, a traveller in hazed sleepless plight,
As the moon sings to my wondering soul, the stars kisseth goodnight...
©️ Wayne Stubbs.