Searching

A poem written to one of Duane Toops’ collages.

Exhaustion hinders sleep

as a clockwork conscious

continues to grind

against the restraints of reality.

I urge heavy eyes

to seek solace within

the glossy darkness,

beckon dreams

more vivid

than imagination

can conjure.

Still slumber eludes me.

It tricks,

taunts,

dances with the shadows

in the corners of my mind.

I watch as it flaunts

and fades -

ever beyond reach;

the softened hand

of catatonia

extends in invitation.

Palm to palm,

I rise;

tipped toes gliding

across hardwood.

I float

in weightless wonder,

the twilight breeze

enveloping my waxen form.

Standing at the gateway

of possibility,

my feet upon the sill-

the glacé gloam

whispers whimsical,

a siren’s song

calling to my consciousness-

I step into

the Cimmerian crevasse

the wind beneath my feet,

I am enveloped

by sable hope,

soar across the skies.

As usual, a huge thank you to the creative mind of

Duane Toops

! Thank you for sharing your work with me and promoting this brain to work!