I am in that certain mood that makes you wonder; <br />Is it bad, is it good, by feelings torn asunder? <br />The night has fallen, the skies are clear, <br />silence reigns and... stars peek away in the distance. <br />No anxiety, no pain, no doubt in my mind, no fear, <br />just a moderate portion of rational resistance. <br /> <br />The nearby glass window I face, arms crossed, fixed my gaze <br />into the deep voids of eternal space, a distant piano plays. <br />A candle reflects reddish in a lonely glass of wine <br />as my mind spawns... tests for my heart's persistence. <br />The quiesence of this peaceful night kindles a love sublime <br />made from a breath divine or some new unearthly substance. <br /> <br />I pray the piano player continue, his melody my only fellow, <br />as I stare from this magic venue, into this night so hallowed. <br />Everything seemingly pure is in need of strength to endure <br />as my love, ... if that is what this feeling is, is delivered into existence. <br />My love rest assured, it is only up to you to set my hearts tenure. <br />But to properly feel and measure it may just require a sixth sense. <br /> <br />The innate warmth of wine glows, as I put down my glass. <br />The piano player reaches his final chords as I know he must. <br />His notes spell our names into the sizzling candle's flame <br />But a brief moment I... was with you despite miles of parting distance, <br />hesitation that came in spite of the determination not play a game. <br />All that pain that once was untamed, it now turns to peaceful silence. <br /> <br />As I go to sleep, close my eyes, recall our entangled pathways; <br />it is you I see, your mind's fires, and fall into a hyposomniac haze.<br /><br />Frank Witte<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-sleep-perchance-to-dream-3/
