#814 - sleepless

 

28.iii.22

814

3.87

sleepless

for dream catalogue

 

because in my head

of broken hearts

always best wishing again

 

rattled at the frog pad pane

things of darkness acknowledge

 

day past seeping forth

I grow up from the vine

 

the writing in the mirror

our pond reflecting sky  

 

itch or ache?

 

could become the worry

here, elaborately gone

how elsewise other

 

dawn edged

birds attending

say

 

someone there all applause

otherwise slapstick tripping

 

the card house

our own dark

 

no one to thank or blame

it must be our spark too