NOCTURNAL’S
ELUSIVE DREAM
White ceiling, bright
lights
Trying to figure out
Where is sleep all
through the night
The moon is setting at
the horizon
But my eyes are still
awake and mind is lost
Playing hide and seek
with the voices of my inner thoughts
Pen and paper, coffee and music
My constant companions
Making me feel better
Every time I am in
despair.
Looking at my empty bed
Though my body is tired
Voices keep on whispering
from within
A futile resistance
against the waking darkness
I count stars, turn my
bed upside down
I search for dreams
frantically
But I fall into
desperation.
You're so elusive and
always there
It's been a decade and I
can no longer bear
My heart is riddled with
sorrow and grief
Looking for answers which
I cannot fathom
With these thoughts my
tears flow
Why dreams you're so
elusive?
Lying in bed awake
Memoir of the happiness,
frustrations and despair
For regrets come hunting
and loathing
A strange place to live
in
I can't get to sleep
tonight
I try to count the stars,
pray hard
Thinking of happy dreams
that will never come
To the places I wanted to
go
I don't know why sleep is
so elusive
But I sleep just fine
while waiting for my turn
Just fine riding in a bus
Or just fine at work
But dreams are so elusive
For this nocturnal muse.
LIFE IS A DANCE
Life is a dance
In the game of chance
Moving backward or forward
Bend or hind in a solid ground
Passion is life
As long as your heart desire
The fondness and affection
Vigour and ardour of emotion
Taking control
Moving in a trance
Rhythm and style as the music played
Own the stage, trip the light
fantastic
Life is a dance
Making a journey in the limelight of
chance
Get up, rise stand or fall
Life is a game of circumstance
We all played a chance’s once arm
Ice
Fortress
To depart from accustomed ways
Pulling away with a burst of speed
Decades of deprived liberty
A captive of my destiny
You were once my paramount chief
A checker that has been crowned
One's that hold a preeminent position
Unto the battleground I fought but
had'nt won
You were my czar, hiding in king
lions lares
And build a monarchy
Like a sham travesty
Antithesis of paradoxical fantasy
Delusive appearance of affinity
Phantasm of memory
A trance or ectasy or revelation
Breaking one's heart was the only
option
In the silence I hide violence
a narcissistic lover berate my
existence
I seek refuge in melancholy
and sang often of lamentation
I feel the need to be carefree
Not living in a nightmare
In the darkness of my soul
In a bridewell caged and vituperated
The chamber is intensely cold
Lacking warmth or ardor
Apathy, impassive and frigid
Feeling numb and insensible
I can’t freeze the time
But I can feel the moment
Letting go, break me free
Unto the bastion of ice fortress
[©SHARON ANSAY VILLAVERDE]
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