SLEEPLESS

The moon was my alarm
shaking off a sleep that felt like harm
I did what intuition said
I called you but you were in bed
You were resting for a funeral
You thought your sleep had died as sure as life
As my voice pondered what to say
I dipped my thoughts into our silence
Measuring, encoating my concerns
The night acted out a scene through us

You are in mourning
and I am in darkness
staring down the moon
from the edge of sleep
And the end is here
and the end is there
and we are nowhere

Tomorrow in ourselves
we may wake up beside each other
mindful of the need to speak
beneath the steps of space that creak
in time with each compounded thought
The sun will blot out all the stained laments
or the rain will purify them
but now they are  enrobed in night
and we are naked under bedroom lights
acting out a scene for futures lost

Fresh is your mourning
and damp is my darkness
I'm chillbound swooning
on the edge of sleep
But my end is here
and your end is there
and our night doesn't care

Already I'm awake
though I cannot rise for what's at stake
It's easier for me to fall
than try to reach you through a call
The dawn will greet me like a funeral
and I'll watch over you with eyeless sight
should lifeless hands blindfold your faith
and render morning meaningless
until the sunlight penetrates
your will to act out all this scene's remains

Then will your mourning
fade out like the darkness
that taunts us when perched
on the edge of sleep
For you I'll be here
For me you'll be there
With nothing but day to share

Reviews

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

The feeling of loss is all through this, loss of words to say to comfort, loss of the hours of togetherness, loss of light during a time of mourning. It is as if the relationship is on hold until the mourner can get through the pain of the loss.
I love these lines:
"should lifeless hands blindfold your faith
and render morning meaningless
until the sunlight penetrates
your will to act out all this scene's remains"

There is a suspended feeling in this. Well done.

[kublakhan27]

Thanks very much, I'm glad you liked it and were able to feel that sense of suspension under such circumstances :)

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

It came through well, and you are welcome!

[Emma Lee-Riviera]

Ah, it's so song-like. It floats beautifully, like a feather in the wind...

[Redboy]

sheesh lol i can tell you write poems : D

[kublakhan27]

lol thanks :D

[Androglossia]

This has been stored in my reading list for a few days. I wanted to really take time to analyze and unserstand its depth. So my mental view is telling me that this is about an anticipation of a failing relationship. When you and your girlfriend start to play pretend. When you no longer want to talk her to avoid dealing with conflict.

This could also be secretly falling inlove with someone who just had a break up or a loss where you act as a confidant. But I'll go for the first one.

But my end is here
and your end is there
and our night doesn't care

Your writings is deep and mysterious as always and it always made me ponder. I enjoyed it. Nothing needs to be done to improve it.

[kublakhan27]

There are a lot of layers in this one, but my intentions were good as far as this couple goes, which I tried to convey in the last stanza.

Relationships are hard work, especially when one is fighting strictly personal turmoil. Now I'm not experienced enough in relationships to state this with utmost confidence, but I think there is always some unease as to how to comfort the troubled partner on a matter such as a death in his/her family, no matter how long they've been together. But as long as there is real love between the two, there's always the knowledge that one can come to the other for support, even if that assurance is unspoken. Having said all that, I don't want to limit myself to that theme as I like the interpretations you've suggested. Thanks as always for taking the time to read "into" my stuff, one might say.^^

[Androglossia]

Now I get it.. and that's so true. No one really has the power to heal the wrenching sorrow of losing someone. The grief is such that nobody could really give comfort. But our presence is enough to let them know we care. My imterpretation is a bit off but I also like it haha. You're very welcome:)

[kublakhan27]

Oh that's okay, I like it when people interpret my stuff in different ways...and your interpretations do make very good sense, I just tried to be as broad as possible in my description :)

[marlayesterday]

I like this very much. I like how you wrote here, there, throughout. Beautiful. :)

[kublakhan27]

Thank you, I'm glad you like it :)