Sleep And Other Things Lost
In the absence of ardor and peaceable wits,
madness creeps and fondly sits
in the recesses of a withering mind
Oh lover, oh lover,
please do not have strayed far,
the latch remains open
and the door left ajar
Ajar, ajar it’s been left ajar!
Return to its creaking and popping
again to the door left ajar...
Last night I sat at bed-foot,
in dire need of rest-but
through eyes that plead for slumber,
which failed thy sheep by numbers
I could not find that foe of mine
Awake I dream, dreaming,
a life in peril seeming, loneliness impeding
This, my stagnant, life’s redeeming--
Now, if never should come to me a wink in time
This abandoned, weightless heart might sink
Into a pool of envy
for that elusive foe of mine.
Hours pass now ever slow,
since love hath wondered thru that door
ignoring a hearts wretched implore
and with it took a wholesome mind
and left the decomposing kind
Worsened by the disappearance,
an overwhelming known coherence
That I too miss that foe of mine.
Kevin Craig © 2011