Standing alone in an abandoned street, <br />The dark of night closing in... <br />Gazing up at the sky, trying to rein myself in... <br />My mind scattering like a million red birds aflutter. <br /> <br />You came walking up, as I lay there- <br />A soul I could easily relate to... <br />Insomnia linking us together- <br />So despised-but it brought us together. <br /> <br />I stood then, I stood; I rose from the depths. <br />I faced you; I stared at my future. <br />I sank then, I sank; I fell down into you. <br />I fell into you right there. <br /> <br />Deeper, deeper, I drowned myself in your eyes. <br />'Speak, ' I willed myself. I'd planned to speak, <br />Not to gape at this nighttime apparition- <br />Fawning like the schoolgirl I technically was... <br /> <br />You were there, we were there, abandoned street... <br />You took my hand and asked my story. <br />'I'm a girl. I'm nothing. I'm everything. <br />I'm here.' <br /> <br />'I'm here...' you whispered, and yes, it was true. <br />You, the only clear image in an unclear world. <br />You, my nighttime apparition, come to rescue me. <br />Come to save me from myself. <br /> <br />You're a dream... <br />Won't you be my reality?<br /><br />Elizabeth Sheaffer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clarity-thy-name-is-daniel/
