Around midnight
I am transformed,
Halfway between
Delirium and
Delight.
The words pour,
Pen to paper,
Unbridled by the
Judgement
Of my nine to five.
The naysayer
On my shoulder
Down for the night,
I write
In free fall.
Ruminating,
Pontificating
On the memory of
You,
Of us,
Once more.
The ghost of your touch
Strumming on my skin.
The weight of your words
Melting the miles between
Then and now.
In the haze
We come alive,
Pirouetting through our past,
And grasping at our longing,
Once more.
But the symphony fades
As the weariness
Takes over
And
Alone,
I sleep with you,
Beside me
On the page.
