The Sleep Of Reason
It has been so long since I've watched you sleeping;
by Vaun Moore
Watched the blue night descend on your body like a thick blanket.
Sometimes, your hair would cast itself like a net,
Snaring your face in fragile, moth-like tendrils.
Othertimes, your mouth would split open like overripe plums
Spilling their flesh on hot, black earth
Shattering the pregnant silence,
And beckoning the dawn.
I watch you in that silence of mine
That you know so well
Outside the window,
A Don Quixote dawn gallops mercilessly
Along the eastern edges of sky,
Like the night,
Slowly recede into memory.