Sleep Approaches

Sleep approaches from above,

I will enter into you.

You, with your dark tunic,

will settle in my eyes,

and your colors will pulse.

The day winds slowly,

an old engine,

a teetering top,

a flickering bulb.

The problems of the mind,

will be relived,

and remembered or not,

will occur.

The smoke that spirals,

from a butted cigarette,

rises to my eyes,

and burns burns burns,

like todays love,

That I was not able to give to you.

And you writhe away from me,

and into your nest,

turned away,

tuned out,

from the love that barely breathes

in our little hearts.