I reach for a teasing tomorrow
but sink between the fingers of tonight.
So tired, eyelids to cheeks--
slippery sleep elusive.
A constant beat taunting, tapping blind,
my heart squeezes for a purpose I cannot find--
robotic pumps, amidst frostbitten winds.
The glow behind these sagging lips will last beyond time
but the fire in my laughter is dressed in ashes.
Dreams into wishes within a whispered hope
are the muscles in my outstretched palms.
So as the stars part,
allowing the sun to see,
be the spark to ignite,
to illuminate the darkness.
Please...find me.
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Author Notes
Thanks to Google Images
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