Why do I close my eyes?
Each Time I try to Sleep, I awake to your eerie whistling scream;
I watch myself wander, steeped in Stars,
to your silver train, shrouded in the whispering fog.
I feel my voice mingle yours in a hide - and - search Game;
From time number one, your Soul knew my name.
Sleep be not mine.
Her tortured Dreams make love to me, sliding aeons 'cross Minds;
I hear my cries, muffled in velveteen Sky tears;
My feet float aboard your silver train, awash in a frozen mist;
I slip into your body; no game - Reality in shift.
© CherylFaith Taylor