Sunday, January 3, 2010

Carpe Noctem

Moonlight hits the corner of your eye.
I'll hear him as he sleeps,
His fever dream.
I render as I'm caught
Seizing the night.
I sail into the
Faceless twilight.
I will disguise myself as a
Sleeping pill,
And hold eternity in my grasp,
Until you awake.

1 comment:

  1. very nice poem :)
    welcome to the blogging world.