Sleepless

Iris between eyelashes that will not shut
awakened, for far too long

For a moment the rose is here,
the rose with secrets inside
and I know, how wild and white, she is, for a while
guarding a winter tempest in her heart
snowed-in, melting its little crystals, vanishing next
fearless white

Staring at walls and ceiling
crushing my face in holand pillows

Amethyst dark's and green dreams appears
they aren't clear in sleep, so I'm awake, again
somnambulistic fool
waiting something close to the rain
ghosts that hide in drops of pain
beyond the dark... white sparkles lurk in

Counting wrinkles in mirrors, fingers, dust on wood
and every single shade that memories wear

I will not sleep with closed lips
want to shout and sing for the soundless wind
that I sense across the corners of the old house
winter, centered wind, rolling in...
little by little I'll disappear
clouds charged over the moon

Finally I'm resting
brushing my life under the rug


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