From The Fields Of Sleep

In the desert of insomnia, hands

Sadly wave goodbyes.

Hands in gloves and rings

Announce the end of your

Ephemeral matter.

From the fields of sleep 

The same starry hand calls me —

I have tried to reach you,

But my flesh doesn’t let me go.

While the body lasts,

I’m between loss and the dream of finding you

.

Astrid Cabral / slightly altered by Lira

Vulnerable

No more dreams of strange colors,

Or nights of trust and fever

.

The Cupid’s bow, the arrow like

Eyes;

The boiling red

Underneath the skin.

Colors

Left behind in black and white

And now I am free to leave

.

ML

Distant

Dreaming away

As I lie down by the lake,

In front of the city lights

When the breeze is blowing

And the heart is calm

.

ML

Sickly Romantic (But Only Before Bed)

I thought I’d never remember

The shade of blue in her eyes,

But her face came to me smiling

In the memories I thought

I had left behind.

Tomorrow morning

I won’t remember you anymore,

But the morning sky

Will leave me sad

And wondering what the hell

I have been missing

.

ML

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I’m always out of ideas for titles. I usually solve the problem by picking a line from the poem, but sometimes I’ll just read it again and think “okay, what will I think about myself/that time when I read this again next month/year? …Ah, I’ll probably think THIS. Okay, that’s a smart title. Or maybe not. Anyway…”

I may change it later. We will see. Off to bed now!

Numb

The dark circles under my eyes tell the stories

Of my dreams —

Awake in the abyss of not feeling anything,

Inspired by the lack of sleep…

I have been looking for

Poetry lines in the numbness within me

.

ML