The skin of 3.00 AM
reflects
hours of discord.
Discord
between absent words
and
sleepless abstractions.
A
difficult touch
ripples
with disbelief,
as I stroke the surface
of
an inner lonesomeness.
How
I resonate a resistance
for
dreams that lead forth!
Bring me back the gentleness.
Bring
me back the light.
Bring
me back,
a
new dawn.
