DROWSINESS


There is a blue tune in the silence
while I am holding an open conversation
with this twin sister that I keep inside.
A blurred face,
sometimes ancient...
Tomorrow could be gray or pink,
it does not matter a bit.
Now on one bed,
we are sweating words that we have never said.
A flood tide of silence.
I can see it.
I can feel it.
Out of here, there are no dreams...
but she had promised
to take me to walk the way,
yonder sorrow heals itself...
tomorrow, surely, I will know
the secrets still hidden into myself.
A flimsy excuse to a clumsy escape.