Ventures in the Dark

05/03/07

Current mood: pensive  

                   

 Sleep of the World
…Awakenings of Nightmares
Another Day.
Welcome back to the ever familiar isolation
Another consolation to soothe the discomforting
After just another day.
Days of a World as solid as Now
Clocks ticking, define and tell…

       The Day crawls to an end
The Sun sets down another lost …
The Last faint radiations of color spasms
Splitter through the backdrops of clouds
Whisper away the dark rainbows wide and sprawled across.
Streams of light fade the sky to night
Bright colors transition to darkness
As the world slips away
Drowning the day and the sky
to be awakened again tomorrow…

         So Now the world decides to sleep.
The doors shut. The windows close. The locks turn. The lights dim.
But one house.
With just another family.
Slowly falls asleep.

With only one soul still
Not yet dead to the night;
To bear witness to the quiet finale of another day.

            Just a young boy
Watching frame by frame life whisper away
Till yawns rhyme him to doze.
Tiredness conquers, and so
time to put to bed days and dreams.

He picks up his feet
And turns the rest
Of the house
Off
To sleep.
He shuffles down
The dark hallway
Looking to see
The absents of disturbance
Rooms quiet
Never to speak up awakenings of fantasies
Put to bed time and time again.
And so the boy sighs…
Time for another existence birthed from mute and dead dreams
to end tonight.

He turns off the lights
Pitch goes the hallway
the boy stands in

Dark.
He walks blind down it
Hands upon the walls
Memorizing the familiar route
Hands grazing across solid walls
Gaps
Walls
And door.
Finding the handle,
Twisting
He opens his door, stepping into his room.
Shutting the door behind him, he stands but for a moment
Looking out upon his room
Eyes glancing and dashing across the surface of ornaments of life
Bed. Window. Couch. Floor. Closet. Debris. Desk. Ceiling Fan. Dresser. Bookshelf.
A quick hesitation before his fall into blankets of fantasies…

He walks across the room
Shutting closet door
Leaving the mini blinds up.
Standing before the one way mirror
And gazing out on darkness and self.
He turns and clicks off the lights.
And crawls into bed.
Head down upon soft pillows.
Opening eyes to see
the dark transition of his room…

And the window view
A world of forests isolated from the world
Bright moonlight beams down
upon trees birthing streams of shadows.
"Good night world," he whispers
And curls up and closes his eyes to
sleep undisturbed and then awaken to light.
Ironic, dreams to fade day to day…

But the night was not to be what he expected.

A night to awaken the Death in All…
The silent void not so soothing
for a boy, all alone…